In the First 30 Minutes Of My 29th Birthday…

In the first 30 minutes of my 29th birthday… my best friends from New York set up a conference call to sing to me, spearheaded by Jenn who drunkenly danced along in a smoky bar in the 6th district of Vienna, I received a number of sweet messages from at least three different countries, an Italian man serenaded (with a beautiful voice) in an Australian bar as he poured champagne and mistook my name as “Nancy.” If that initial half-hour is any indication of the year ahead for Nancy, I would say she’s one lucky lady.