Greetings from the other side of 30! Things here are, um, older? Actually, having only been in the land of 30 year olds for ten days now I can say life here isn't as scary as I was expecting, although a few things do suck.
Sucky Thing Number 1: Truman's reaction when I told him how old I am now
He used to be my favorite child, but has now lost that title to Lily. She will never judge me for getting older.
Sucky Thing Number 2: Mustache
I swear the day before my birthday my upper lip decided "What the hell, let's grow a mustache!" I'm no stranger to facial waxing as I can't handle plucking my own eyebrows so I have them beaten into submission via wax frequently. And I've even given in to waxing that upper lip area in the past, but I've never felt like it was necessary. Before it was a preventative attack but now it needs to be done. I wonder if it feels like jparks is just kissing himself lately.
I'm sure there are other sucky things that I'm too tired to remember them right now. (perhaps I'm not too tired, it's just my memory going since I'm old. That can be Sucky Thing Number 3!) So onto the good things about being 30! Wheee!
We went to dinner at LB Steak, just the two of us, and I got a very tasty adult beverage:
It's okay to admit that you're a bit disappointed that my tasty beverage is covering my mustache. That wasn't done on purpose and is just a happy mistake
Besides a spiced pear lemon drop I also had a filet mignon and some truffled mac and cheese. Oh! And pork belly with a fried egg! It was a meal full of win.
After dinner jparks and I walked over to Nordstrom where I got these beauties:
Apparently once you're 30 you're finally responsible enough to own a pair of very expensive shoes. Or maybe you need very expensive shoes to distract from your mustache. Either way, I have very expensive shoes that make me feel very good. I know you're thinking those are pretty tame as far as shoes go, and I would have loved something more along these lines, but really, a black pump? I'll wear the hell out of that.
All things considered 30 isn't too bad. I mean, sure as Mary-Lynn pointed out lusting after Chuck Bass is now probably extra creepy and I bet that same thing applies to Puck from Glee, but hey I have nice shoes! And jparks still loves me despite the mustache. Now if I could just convince Truman that me being 30 isn't the end of the world and that if he wants to make fun of someone for being old, perhaps his father is better suited for being the butt of those jokes. After all, he's older then me and bald, that's comedy gold right there.