Vegas Baby!

I'm leaving for Vegas tomorrow. My 30th birthday is here and I HAVE to celebrate in Vegas. This is a turning point. I'm going to be 30, people. When you turn 20...not so big of a deal, you still can't drink *ahem* LEGALLY. When you are 40...you probably have kids and go to bed around 10:30. (I go to bed at 10:30 now...so imagine me at 40)

A wise man told me (last night) "The longest decade in a woman's life is between 29 and 30." Tru dat. I am coming of age. In other countries, as soon as you sprout pubic hair, you are considered an adult.

Not so much an American thing. Being in your early 20's means partying all night, college keg parties, and secret desires to get on the latest Girls Gone Wild video in Miami. Later 20's you think you are more sophisticated, but still partying hard and thinking you are invincible. You are beginning to figure out what you want to be when you grow up. Then again, I know 50 year old men who still don't know what they want to be.

Now comes the time when you turn 30. You are socially mature (so you hope), you are respected by your collegues at work (if you work in the corporate jungle), and if you age like fine wine, you can shock people when you say you are 30. (Gasp...no way you are 30)

I'm going to enjoy my 30's. It's the new 20's. Just like Thursday is the new Friday. It's all about evolving.

Always remember:
Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.

But don't get cocky, oh wonderful friends of mine...I'm not THAT much older than you.