The best place to turn 30 is in your parents home. After a night of festivities with friends and extended family, and a day of relaxing and just enjoying being with my parents, the most appropriate way to fall asleep is in your childhood bed (the one you only got after spending 3 months sleeping on the floor because you were too picky - even when you brought that crying fake baby home from school, that was supposed to be a lesson in not becoming pregnant early, and instead became the impetus for my choosing a bed)' staring at photos that have been hanging since you put them there in high school. not to mention, my bedspread is leopard print, so there's that.
I keep hearing 30 is incredible - the best of the best. Things happen. Things start moving in your favour and you become one of those people with imaginary things like 'disposable income' and 'a job you love'. And it starts to be the time for complete and utter wholeness.
And I have to say, that sounds pretty good - for someone who already has a pretty outrageously good life, I'm also pretty ready to see what the universe thinks will up the ante.