Sometimes You Just Have to Accept the Facts.

This past weekend I realized that I am officially old. For those of you who are thinking, "don't be dramatic, you're not old, 30s are the new 20s!" or something of the sort, trust me, you're wrong. Let me tell you why.

So I am down in Jersey visiting some family and while I am there, we make a trip out to Costco. Being that I don't have a Costco card, I was pretty excited. I mean where else can you buy a pound of goat cheese and a bag of mixed berries larger than my head?! Nowhere, I tell you, nowhere. Anyway, so while we are there, my cousin and I are talking and we come up with the fantastic idea to split a Costco membership (and let me first say we are waaay more excited than is probably necessary.) We go up to membership desk and ask to sign up. The woman at the desk tells me that we need to have the same address to share a card. Well being that my cousin lives in Brooklyn and I live in Boston, clearly that is not going to happen, but I sign up anyway, all the while scheming away with my cousin in Chinese about how we are going to get around this (seriously, it is so convenient to speak a different language sometimes.) First we decided that I could say that I "lost" my card and she could take it and I would get a new one (what? we're both Asian, the picture is fuzzy... we all look the same anyway, right?) Then we thought, well maybe that won't work; Maybe we should white-out my roommates name on the new lease we are signing and tell them that we are domestic partners and moving in together but she hasn't changed her license yet. That way she can get a card with her own name on it. But maybe that's too complicated... maybe we should...well, you get the point. We spent a good hour thinking of ways around this problem before I realized it. That it was official: we are old. I mean come on, we are basically trying to chalk our Costco card. Ten years ago, I was scheming with my friends about how to chalk my license so I could get into bars and now.... Costco?? Seriously?? I mean if that is not a new low, I have no idea what is.

So it's true everyone, 3 months shy of 30 and I am already there. Hell, the next thing you know my metabolism will come to a screeching halt and my eggs will start drying up...oh, wait...I'm kidding, (sort of.)**



**Okay, so that was being a little dramatic...