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New York, NY

I've crossed the line from being "30" to "in my 30s" which is a whole other animal. Having been born in the 70s used to be a source of pride for me. Now I feign ignorance when asked the year of my birth. (I even lie when porn sites ask) I'll be honest, 30 was not the best year. You try eating out of cat food cans in the middle of the night while contemplating just how much sperm the bank really needs for it to be considered a "usable sample." But it took becoming nearly broke and homeless to be truly free. And the pain was entirely worth it.

Last Saturday, we got a bunch of friends together to celebrate a new year ... with a required stop at the Shake Shack first. These photos were some of the results.

Thanks to everyone who showed up!  If my hangover the next day was any indication, I had a great time.  

Miami: The Return

 New York, NY

I'll take any excuse to go to Miami, and my former coxswain Rob's wedding seemed like a perfect reason for a weekend away in the tropics.  And, as Lindsey had only ever been to the airport, it was about time I showed her around my old town. 

 Lindsey says this is the typical "Adam on Vacation" shot, meaning that I'm usually on my phone doing work.  

 I call this the typical "Lindsey on Vacation" shot - reading and being all intellectual and shit.

 I was hungry, which means I was grumpy.

 Word to the wise: Drinking beer out of a glass boot will only end in tears and vomit.

 Also a word to the wise: The outdoor beds at the Shore Club are amazing, so long as it's dark enough that you can't see that stains.

 When the car rental agent suggests a small monetary increase for the convertible ... take the convertible.

 The alma mater.