Flirty thirties, sort of

In less than two weeks I will be 32, a fact that I am less than delighted about. Right now I am thrown on my couch barely able to string a sentence together because I had a few drinks on Saturday night and am now suffering the effects of wine and sleep deprivation two days later. In a way that kind of sums up my thirties for me. I saw a quote online a while back that something along of the lines of being an adult is all about making plans and wishing you hadn't. That much, I get. I feel like a lot of my twenties was spent in my pyjamas watching greys anatomy and wishing I could be out socialising and now my thirties seems to involve an awful lot of me putting on clothes and heading out to socialize when I wish I could be on my couch in my pyjamas watching greys anatomy. Trust me, the irony is not lost on me.

 Now I was always one for the epic hangovers but I was also a little bit silly about the fact that I am a lightweight, if you don't believe me just ask anyone who has ever drank in my company, and honestly I don't need all that many drinks to get my drunk on but it seems a large part of my twenties was spent denying this fact. As my dad loves to say, Denial, it's not just a river in Egypt which manages to be both his best and worst pun all at once but kind of sums up the whole phenomenon. Now I'm a bit smarter, not much but enough so to know my limits and to cut myself off like some sort of mean bar man, once I go over them. Not that it matters, I still spent yesterday like a woman on her death bed, sipping tea and eating all the food and then lying down a lot only to emerge today looking like a banshee ( thanks to the wonders of make up, I rolled up to work looking a bit tired and spaced and so didn't get sent home for scaring small children with my face) 
Still feel like I've been hit by a truck and the hangover depression is strong with this one and all this because of a few glasses of wine and a missed nights sleep. Am I too old to stamp my feet an wail about the unfairness of it all?

 If this is being a grown then I am not sure I like it. I don't want to get older or panic about where my life is going or even be a grown up at all but from I last heard it's mandatory and I would just like to say I am not okay with that.  I was reading somewhere about how your skin loses most of it's elasticity after the age of 35 and I wasn't too bothered by it until I realized how damn close I am to 35. It might sound silly but I regularly forget how old I actually am until someone asks me about I find myself about to answer 25 or thereabouts until I remember I'm 31 now (not for much longer) just ask my nieces, that's really really old and soon I'll be 100. So this is my thirties, mostly me being tired and making promises to myself I can't seem to keep but I've lost of time to improve and get my act together before I have my mid-life crisis. 

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