I'm 30... Yikes!!

That's right. Yesterday marks the day that your friend Dave finally reached the ripe old age of Three to the Zero.

I convinced myself that it's really not that big of a deal. 30 is just another number. I'm still young at heart. Most people guess me to be in my "mid-twenties". And you know what everyone has been saying... "Thirty is the new Twenty"! I completely convinced myself that being thirty was cool... that is until I had to tell someone how old I was yesterday.

The first time that I had to say "I'm thirty" it hit me like peripheral dodgeball slammer to the dome! Just turning thirty isn't that big of a deal. You have a huge jammer of a party, you pickle your aging liver in high end liquors and you celebrate the end of you're twenties. But when you wake up the next day, wipe the wine stains from your lips and go to buy a pack of cigarettes things really hit home. The goiter sportin' BP clerk asks "I'm gonna needa see some ID" and you respond with "But I'm 30 years old". All of a sudden that answer echoes in your head like a yodel bouncing off the Matterhorn.... I'm 30, I'm 30, I'm 30....... Wierd way to come to terms with your new number.

So I'm starting to settle into the whole thirty thing. I don't feel any older. I don't look any older (at least I don't think I do - thought the minute I turned thirty all my hair would fall out!) I definately don't act any older. I guess it just sounds like I'm old and that's weird... but I think I can deal with that.

So I'm signing out. I'm gonna go over to my friend Ryan Murphy's (Murple) house, grill out, have some beers and then roll to a bar... basically relive my twenties all over again. Should be fun.

Your 30 (and 1 day) year old friend, Dave