One week after the big day itself, I had to record it for the first time today, while getting on the exercise bike at the gym: I’m 30.
The next number I had to type in—my weight—has been a constant 176 for many months now. As increasing numbers go, I’ll take age over weight.
I’d rather see the ratio before making such decisions myself. :^P
It really beats 40.
Right behind you, Waldo. I have exactly one month from today to enjoy the rest of my 20s. Things I “need” to do in the next month:
1) backpack across Europe
2) get engaged and married
3) direct or produce my first feature film with a wide theatrical release
4) experiment with hard drugs and do a kegstand.
Finnegan, you should be able to knock out exactly one of those with relative ease.
Happy belated, Waldo.
I’m about seven months behind you. My “Before 30” list is pretty long, but not quite as entertaining at Finnegan’s.