You're 31?!

For some reason when I tell people how old I am it doesn't seem so bad. Then again being 31 I've had some time to adjust to being in my 30's. However, when you hear the words: You're 31!? from a group of teenagers, that's when it really kicks you in the groin.
I was blundgeoned by this dose of reality when I went over to my Aunt and Uncle's house for my cousin's 18th/graduation party. I was just going to go over there and see how the proceedings were going to be, grab some food and hopefully take some of those whipper snappers money in poker. Needless to say that latter scenario never worked out and before I knew it I found myself observing how James and all his friends interacted with one another. And I must say it was really nice to see James in a social setting for the first time. I had my concerns that he was too reserved and that he might not have enjoyed growing up as much as I did. Well I'm glad to report that he seemed to have a solid group of friends and that they all seemed to be pretty well adjusted. It was neat seeing how much teenagers now are pretty much the same as I was when I was their age. Unfortunately that warm fuzzy feeling I was experiencing came to a screeching halt.
I knew it was time to go when I happened to mention to one of Jame's friends that I was in fact 31 and that the Radiohead t-shirt I was wearing was almost as old as they were. It wasn't long after then that I knew that I had stayed too long at the party and needed to get my old ass out of there.

Man I gotta tell ya, this whole hitting rockbottom phenomena is starting to get on my nerves.