I'm on vacation the rest of the week, so tonight's my Friday. Following our relatively usual Tuesday night tradition, Marc, Aaron, and I went to Newport Bay for drinks and dinner. And I got carded! I used to get carded all the time when Marc still had his braces, but it's a pretty rare occurrence anymore. Plus, I'm starting to freak out just a little bit about turning 30. When the waitress asked for my ID (but not Marc's or Aaron's), I had to contain my emotions to keep from kissing her in appreciation. She won bonus points when she acted very surprised about how old I was. I said, "Thank you!" and ordered my vodka cran. Happy times!
So this whole turning 30 thing is depressing. I'm seriously considering getting the tattoo that I've been thinking about for YEARS. I'm wondering whether I'll still be able to pull off wearing my hair in Princess Leia buns or pigtails. Is this a signal that I'm no longer a "girl" and instead a "lady" or "woman" or some crap like that? Do I have to change the way I dress? I don't like one bit of it. I don't know what it requires to not be in my 20s anymore. I'm sad.
Oh, and by the way, Aaron has the loudest laugh I've ever heard in my life. I came home from work today to find him and Marc watching Blades of Glory. After I finished groaning and rolling my eyes, I grabbed my computer and headed upstairs until they were ready to leave for happy hour. I could still hear Aaron laughing. Now, don't get me wrong. I love laughing, and if you know me, you know I'm no stranger to good belly laughs. But Aaron is LOUD. It's funny in itself, which makes it totally awesome. That's all I've got for now. Cheers!
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I'm also totally freaked out about turning 30. I've already started changing the way I dress I think.. slowly over the past few years. And I notice myself thinking things about younger girls like "My god what would her mother think if she saw her wearing that?!" Isn't that terrible? I'm getting old.
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