The Day I Turned 30

I am now finally able to tell you about the events that occurred on my birthday, September 25, 2008. It was a blast (after I got off work).

The day started off okay as I got up in the morning and kissed my wife goodbye. She said to me, “I hope you have a happy birthday.” I looked her in the eye, and said, “You too...wait! I mean have a nice day honey.” I’ve gotten so used to her saying “Have a good day” that it’s become automatic for me to just say “You too.” Next thing you know, I’ll be saying “Ditto.”

Work was just so-so. Only two people said anything to me, my good friend Nate (who I’ve been friends with high school). Another person asked me how it felt to be a Geezer. Being part of Geezer Gamers, I looked at him and said, “I’ve been a Geezer for a couple of years now, and I don’t feel any different.” I smiled and left their office. But no one else in the office even mentioned it. Not a word from ANYONE! I’m afraid to ask if they didn’t know or that they didn’t care.

When I got home, my wife immediately took me to one of her favorite restaurants: Hooters. I didn’t mind at all. In fact, it’s becoming quite the tradition. For the third year in a row, we’ve gone there. That’s how comfortable we are in our marriage. I don’t mind her ordering boneless chicken hot wings, and she doesn’t mind when I tip 40%. Anyway, dinner was fun. At one point, I pointed out a waitress and swore up and down that I went to high school with her. Then I admitted that she was probably too young for that, and my darling of a wife said, “You got that right” followed quickly by “I didn’t mean it!” For the rest of the night, she was trying to take that comment back (in fact, on the way home, she said I was handsome. I looked are her and said, “Thanks honey, but that doesn’t absolve you of that earlier comment) but the damage had been done, and I felt REALLY old at that time.

We got home and my final birthday gift from my wife was waiting for me: a night of nothing but pure, unadulterated Xbox 360 playing time! I felt kind of naughty when my wife asked me what I was doing and I said, “Making the piñata’s $#%^!”

As I look back at the past week, so far being 30 years old isn’t as bad as people made it out to be. An acquaintance of mine from my past once told me that the day you turn 30, everything starts to fail. Well, he was wrong. Next year though...well that might be a different story.