The rest of our stay at the casino was fun – even though my imminent birthday didn’t bring me any luck WHATSOEVER (apart from the chocolates in the hotel room). In fact, I experienced the worst luck I’ve ever had in a casino. I’m going to try not to read too much into it by thinking my crappy luck is an omen for my 5th (I’m going to throw up now) decade. Rather, I’m choosing to view it as a fitting way to end my 30s.
When I wake up tomorrow morning, I’m going to be halfway to 80. I’m going to be almost 20 years out of college. I’m going to have almost 20 years of work experience behind me. I will have had my driver’s license for 23 years, the right to vote for 22 years and the right to drink alcohol for 19 years. And if I continue to think about how long I’ve been doing all these things, I’m going to need to see a psychiatrist. So I’m going to stop before I go down a path of no return, and just enjoy the fact that I should be receiving some presents tomorrow.
P.S. It’s fitting that on the last day of my 30s, my blog has had its 3,000th visitor.