I used to work for a woman in her 50s who found herself only ever having great catch-ups with people at funerals. She was a sole-law practitioner and I did some admin work for her while I was studying. We would yarn the whole time and she said to me, after yet another funeral, "it's so important in life to celebrate happy occasions".
When my 30th birthday fell on a Saturday, I was definitely going to celebrate this happy occasion with a party. Some people seem to dread birthdays but I hear your 30s are great and I'm a big believer in any excuse for a party. I've spent the past couple of years throwing them for other people, so I was excited to do one for myself, with all my favourite people.
I tried to keep it simple and I tried to be organised, but as is so often the case, these things don't really ever come together until the last minute. When I was at Ti Point over Easter, we'd driven past the Whangateau Hall between Matakana and Leigh.
As soon as I saw this adorable little hall, surrounded by a picket fence, overlooking a bay next to a rugby field, I knew it would be perfect. With a holiday park a couple of houses down, it made for something resembling the most fun school camp ever.