Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Thirty years ago today...
"Right here in New York City... magic happened. An artist was born that would rival Leonardo da Vinci... or Michelangelo. But his tools would not be pen, nor brush, nor chisel, nor palette. His tools would be his comically over-sized glasses... and his soul. So please... welcome... the greatest performer ever to have graced this Earth, Andy Scates."
Okay, not quite like that.
So big deal, 30 is just an arbitary number. Unfortunately, it's also an arbitrary number chosen by health insurance companies to raise montly payments at. What I didn't expect was to actually be sore all over today - I thought that was a gradual thing, not something that hits the instant you turn 30. Of course, it might have been that McDonalds bacon and egg biscuit that somebody gave me yesterday, which was the first time I'd had McDonalds anything in a year. Ew. Tasted good, though.
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It's not so bad, Andy. The most dramatic thing to happen to me was that my metabolism skidded to a halt. When I was a teenager, though, I thought being 30 was ancient. If it makes you feel any better, I turn 36 in April.
crazy, I had McDonald's on Tuesday for the first time in I don't how long. ew. I had a bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit and for the rest of the day remembered why I never eat at McDonald's.
I'm right there with you, brother . . . less than 3 months of twenty-somethingness. Shouldn't we get a discount at the movies or something? -- Matt
Interesting. So you get a very special window between 25 when your car insurance goes down and 30 when your health insurance goes up.
Henceforth, I'm going to embrace this coveted time of my life with gusto.
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Henceforth, I'm going to embrace this coveted time of my life with gusto.