L'age, c'est fantastique

It really is. Today I looked at the calendar and thought, "Huh. I turn 30 in exactly two months". Not a bad thing, really, just a moment of realization that I could no longer call myself a 20-something after August. And that after that comes 40. That, I admit, is a little bit of a "whoa!" moment. I also have to admit that when I was in college, there was a 30-year-old in one of my classes, and I remember thinking, "wow, she looks pretty cool for someone that old". THAT OLD. Yes, in my pea-sized 20-year-old brain, 30 seemed vastly, vastly old. And now I face it down.
Karma, she is a cruel mistress.

But!

I have, in the past few months, been carded more than I ever have before. I can't quite figure it out. I'm not buying Zima. I'm not even buying beer. I'm buying wine, and even sometimes reasonably expensive wine. And yet, I get carded. There was a time in my life when getting carded was cause for deep disgust...didn't I look old enough to be buying booze!? And yet, now. Now I realize how thrilling it is to be carded when you are definitely at the end of your 20s.

If I can keep this going at 39, though, then I'll be *really* impressed.