Three Oh
Woke up this morning and rubbed my weary eyes, realising that it was my birthday. But this wasn’t just any birthday, this was my 30th. I could feel every day of the last three decades on this planet as I dragged myself out of bed, had a shower, took two aspirin (for my hangover) and headed off to the Chiropractor (for a work related injury).
I had finished work yesterday wondering how I would spend my last night as a 29 year old. How is one supposed to ride out the last evening of their 20’s? Cruise around town on a skateboard throwing eggs at streets signs? Put on a pair of Happy Pants and crank up the Sony Walkman? Build a strap on Dildo out of Lego and chase pigeons in the park?
I opted for something simple and sat in the Revolution Bar with Stranger drinking Guiness and Chilli Vodka shots (that combination doesn’t really mix), followed by a late night KFC run when the Bar shut.
And now today I’ve turned 30. If I could be pedantic here (and fuck you it’s my birthday so I’ll do what I want), I hit the big Three Oh at 5pm Australian Central Standard Time. Finally crossing that foreboding threshold – leaving the comfort of my 20s for the stark plains of my 30s. I am now closer to 40 than I am to 20.
So for the next decade you will find me wandering through a transitional decade. That mysterious realm, found somewhere between the useless anger of youth, and the morbid exhaustion of middle age:
But you know what, fuck all that melodramatic existentialism shit. I’m looking forward to my 30s. There was a time in my early 20s when I feared aging. It wasn’t so much the onset of grey hairs and the punitive beer gut, but the fact that some personalities just aren’t suited to older age groups. I’ve just never been interested in Real Estate, owning a Car, starting a family, generally acting like a respectable citizen – which is fine when you are 19, but how does it look when you are pushing 40?
But if there’s one thing this wonderfully fucked up Never Never Land of London has taught me, it’s that there is no real cut off point for settling down. The best parties of my life seem to be kicking off now, and the most inspiring Socialites I know have got at least a few years on me. I guess it’s a generational thing, but the pressure to "grow old gracefully" doesn’t seem to be a stern prerogative any more.
So at some point should I stop playing Computer Games, or stealing Traffic Cones when I’m drunk?
Nah, fingers crossed – I’ll still be doing that shit when I’m 70.
I had finished work yesterday wondering how I would spend my last night as a 29 year old. How is one supposed to ride out the last evening of their 20’s? Cruise around town on a skateboard throwing eggs at streets signs? Put on a pair of Happy Pants and crank up the Sony Walkman? Build a strap on Dildo out of Lego and chase pigeons in the park?
I opted for something simple and sat in the Revolution Bar with Stranger drinking Guiness and Chilli Vodka shots (that combination doesn’t really mix), followed by a late night KFC run when the Bar shut.
And now today I’ve turned 30. If I could be pedantic here (and fuck you it’s my birthday so I’ll do what I want), I hit the big Three Oh at 5pm Australian Central Standard Time. Finally crossing that foreboding threshold – leaving the comfort of my 20s for the stark plains of my 30s. I am now closer to 40 than I am to 20.
So for the next decade you will find me wandering through a transitional decade. That mysterious realm, found somewhere between the useless anger of youth, and the morbid exhaustion of middle age:
But you know what, fuck all that melodramatic existentialism shit. I’m looking forward to my 30s. There was a time in my early 20s when I feared aging. It wasn’t so much the onset of grey hairs and the punitive beer gut, but the fact that some personalities just aren’t suited to older age groups. I’ve just never been interested in Real Estate, owning a Car, starting a family, generally acting like a respectable citizen – which is fine when you are 19, but how does it look when you are pushing 40? But if there’s one thing this wonderfully fucked up Never Never Land of London has taught me, it’s that there is no real cut off point for settling down. The best parties of my life seem to be kicking off now, and the most inspiring Socialites I know have got at least a few years on me. I guess it’s a generational thing, but the pressure to "grow old gracefully" doesn’t seem to be a stern prerogative any more.
So at some point should I stop playing Computer Games, or stealing Traffic Cones when I’m drunk?
Nah, fingers crossed – I’ll still be doing that shit when I’m 70.
posted by Beef at Thursday, September 06, 2007
6 Comments:
Happy birthday my fine friend.
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Bastard! I was putting the finishing touches on my 'old' blog as I caught myself drerssing like my father last night.
Bart
aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh the relief of your entry....
yes.. officially..... welcome to da 30's club.
Now lets go eat a cornish pastie by the side of some back alley while riding a shopping cart in the dark
Happy belated burf-day!
Still laughing at the Lego Strap-on and the Pigeons. What a summer it was
The guy in the middle is the hottest, which means that you are in your hot years now. Congratulations! Now find that bar slut, strap on a few condoms, and go at it you rakish stud you!
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