31 days.

I turn 30 in 31 days. I don't know how I feel about that quite yet. I do feel old. I lived the beginning of my 20's so hedonistically.  I learned a lot throughout my 20's though. I now can stretch my paychecks to last longer. I don't spend money as foolishly as I had when I was younger. I don't really go out much, instead I became a troglodyte. I work and I go home. I never really had any big birthday parties with friends. When people ask me what I have planned for my 30th, I don't have much of a response. What is there really to do? I'd love to go to Las Vegas, drink and gamble a bit. However, I am not the drinker I used to be and this is evident from two nights ago. I purchased a Stone's sublimely self-righteous ale and could only drink half of it. This is in comparison of course to a much younger me drinking Jack Daniels followed by Jack and Coke chasers. I was careless then. I want to feel optimistic about my 30's, I want to say that I look forward to it and all of it's future adventures with excitement. This of course would be a lie. I feel like 30 is the gateway to becoming a Real adult and therefore, real problems. I'm getting older and I know I should probably start a family sooner than later. A real career. These things don't allow much for adventure and excitement. I hope I can manage to make 30 special somehow. I'm just out of ideas.