Nonfiction - 30

I turn 30 next Saturday. I've actually been contemplating the "where am I, what am I doing with my life" thing that people do when they hit "important birthdays".

I don't really care too much. Although it's true that I'm taking stock of things, and asking myself where the years went, I don't seem too bothered by the answers I'm coming up with. It's nice when you realize you've gotten somewhere, y'know?

As for the 30th b-day celebration itself, I think I've got my plans locked up. Dinner with friends, followed by a trip to the new strip club in the area. Depending on how things go there, we'll end up downtown, in a state of complete inebriation.

Viva la 30.

-- The Almost-Slightly-Older Bastard.