And just like that, they were gone. My 20’s, that is. This past Sunday I celebrated my 30th birthday. And you know what? It didn’t hurt at all! It was actually the best birthday I have had in a very, very long time. The past four or so years I have been SO DEPRESSED on my birthdays all because of the looming, dreaded 30th drawing closer. But it came and went and was FABULOUS! I spent it with friends that I grew up with because, as great as new friends are, there is just nothing like spending time with those that have known you the best and the longest. Some of these people I have barely seen since high school, and it was just so awesome the way we all fell right back into place like not a day had gone by.
We didn’t do anything spectacular that night. We met at Chili’s for eats and drinks and stayed way longer than our waiter appreciated, I’m sure. Then we had the fabulous idea to go bowling. (We are all pretty lit by now. Chili’s makes a darn fine margarita.) So we bowl until we really just can’t roll the ball (or walk) straight anymore (Did you know a pitcher of beer at the bowling alley is only $8?!), and then we proceed to the karaoke lounge. Aaaaahhhhhhh, the karaoke lounge. Good times, good times. There was far more watching and laughing than performing, but it was an awesome night. I really think it takes reconnecting with old, dear friends to make you realize what is missing in your life. We all promised to do it more often. I hope I’m not the only one that meant it.
And now I leave you with the oh-so-wise words that my uncle shared with me this weekend: “Hangovers go away, but age… that sticks around.”