I'm just recovering from my wild and crazy Birthday party ... Wait, it's 10:30 p.m., and I'm at home. I may even get in eight hours of sleep tonight. Wow, I didn't think I was, but maybe I am getting old. I'm not going to say my new age (28) because everyone over 40 will scoff at that last statement.
A bunch of my coworkers and a few others were troopers and came out for dinner and bowling. (The title of this entry was my bowling name tonight).
So no shots and dancing, but that's probably a good thing. Particularly because now that I'm getting closer to being an adult, I have to think about the fact that I have to work tomorrow.
Lessons learned: Now that I'm 28, I'm a fantastic bowler.
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Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Monday, May 14, 2007
Happy Birthday to me
I turned 27 today.
I'm saying that more for my benefit that anybody else's. I keep reiterating it to myself, thinking that if I do, it will finally sink in and, and panic of impending old age will overtake me. The past couple months I have been thinking of myself as 27, so I would be prepared. I think it might have worked.
It's not that 27 is old. It's not. It's just that it's getting a little too close to 30 for comfort.
It's not that 30 is old. It's just different. It means giving up that "20-something" title, which denotes youth and wildness and spontaneity. When you turn 30, it seems as though, if you haven't already, you should be working harder to be an adult.
But I think I am okay with 27.
There were, however, a couple disconcerting moments today. I got to the gym, after a day of work, and realized that I was wearing one black earring and one white. "Oh no, old age is already kicking in," I thought.
To celebrate, my friends Jenn and Sarah took me to dinner tonight. A little cheesecake is good consolation (Although, now that I'm older, it's one of those food groups I need to limit, right?). Yeah right.
Lesson learned: You don't have to be old to be spacey.
I'm saying that more for my benefit that anybody else's. I keep reiterating it to myself, thinking that if I do, it will finally sink in and, and panic of impending old age will overtake me. The past couple months I have been thinking of myself as 27, so I would be prepared. I think it might have worked.
It's not that 27 is old. It's not. It's just that it's getting a little too close to 30 for comfort.
It's not that 30 is old. It's just different. It means giving up that "20-something" title, which denotes youth and wildness and spontaneity. When you turn 30, it seems as though, if you haven't already, you should be working harder to be an adult.
But I think I am okay with 27.
There were, however, a couple disconcerting moments today. I got to the gym, after a day of work, and realized that I was wearing one black earring and one white. "Oh no, old age is already kicking in," I thought.
To celebrate, my friends Jenn and Sarah took me to dinner tonight. A little cheesecake is good consolation (Although, now that I'm older, it's one of those food groups I need to limit, right?). Yeah right.
Lesson learned: You don't have to be old to be spacey.
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