Happy 30th, dear lady. Wrap yourself in celebration and affection and be in a place away from everything, away from the ugliness that is the real world. You’ve worked for it, you’ve planned for it, and goddammit you earned it. Turn off your phone and just be.
(And also, listen to the suggestions of which cheeses go with which wine. Just a thought.)
(Oh, and if you are at a vineyard that has ice wine? Screw the cost and try it. Seriously. Excellent stuff. Unless your tastes run to the end of the spectrum where you prefer the wine is almost red vinegar, in which case you’ll think think it’s garbage-sweet crap.)