Since turning 24, I always celebrated each and every birthday with some huge splashy birthday bash with huge groups of friends and acquaintances typically at some fancy-smancy restaurant accompanied by a debaucherous night out on the town. For my 30th birthday, I coincided my big day with an even bigger event called Magnum Opus: a Square One Creative Event at The RITZ Ybor. There were over 2,000 people in attendance which only fueled more fire towards my overwhelming ego & attention-seeking inferno.
In life, there are at least six birthdays that require monumental celebration… 16… 18… 21… 30… 40… 50!
What happens after you’ve turned 30? The next iconic bday celebration would be the big 40th. What does one do when celebrating the ages in between?
For my 31st birthday, I tried duplicating the fanfare of my 30th birthday by once again coinciding the big day with the biggest event I’ve produced, this time called Berlin: a Square One Creative Event. There were more than 2,500 guests in attendance, my closest friends from out of town all migrated from New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, Ohio, Jacksonville and Miami for the partay, the event even graced the cover of Creative Loafing.
For my 32nd birthday, I am going away with one of my oldest friends and doing something lowkey and simple. My motto for 32: Less is more.