Happy Birthday Nathan (old man)

So. Apparently all I've been doing lately is staying in Deroche alot, kind of cut off from the real world, and acting all hermit-ish and reclusive. But Sunday was Nathan's 30th (ha! you were mad about the sign on the wall. now my three quasi-regular readers know how old you are too), so off I went to the Big Chill to help celebrate. By eating macaroni salad, ice cream cake, shooting the shit with friends, dodging balloons launched by Bodey and sadly declining the cinnamon schnapps and all other alcoholic offerings as I had to drive myself home. Which is just about the most excitement I've had in weeks. Ever since the haunted house incident now that I think about it. And yes, upon reflection, I realize just how truly pathetic my life seems thank you very much for thinking that thought just now as you read this. Feel free not to comment. It would just be too depressing.
But anyways.
Nathan thinks he's old now, and is mourning the loss of his twenties. Which makes me wonder what the hell I'm doing going back to school at an even older age... I swear to Gitche Manitou that nothing makes you feel more decrepit than a younger person complaining that they're old...
I suppose I should count myself lucky that just about everybody I meet thinks I'm at least a decade younger than I actually am... But in my experience all that means is I get carded when I try to buy a carton of milk, and really, I don't get the respect I deserve.
But I shouldn't whinge. Time will cure all I suppose.