{"id":1463,"date":"2013-05-13T09:54:22","date_gmt":"2013-05-13T07:54:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=1463"},"modified":"2013-05-24T10:55:37","modified_gmt":"2013-05-24T08:55:37","slug":"the-thirty-club","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=1463","title":{"rendered":"The Thirty Club"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Spending<\/a>We go into the evening like wild jackals hunting down furry prey. OK, not prey so much as wheat beers and ribs. But today we must welcome our youngest member, Collin, into the Thirty Club.<\/p>\n

Welcoming someone into a club is one of the major perks of being in a club. There is usually a festive atmosphere and some variance of hazing, camaraderie and old war stories. When membership in said club is imminent, either because you can\u2019t choose against joining (age) or have already \u2018signed the papers\u2019 (your wife is pregnant) then the veteran members of that club like to exaggerate the difficulties which come with membership in the club.<\/p>\n

Why?<\/p>\n

Two reasons: It\u2019s fun to watch the new guy sweat and misery loves company.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s no fun to tell newcomers how easy and smooth things will be. Mothers never tell pregnant women that labor\u2019s a breeze; they always talk about 61 hour back labor with no anesthetic and a ska-loving doctor. Veteran expatriates always \u2013 myself included \u2013 regale newcomers with stories of 17 hour waits at the foreign police office, shoving matches with Russian Mafi\u00e1n<\/span><\/span> and bureaucrats who were obviously kicked out of the SS for not being cuddly enough.<\/p>\n

As we welcome our youngest brother into the Thirty Club this evening, I find that we are doing very much the same initiation. His eyes are growing wide with terror, though that could be the whiskey. Here\u2019s the gist of what is said.<\/p>\n

Food and Your Thirty Year-Old Body<\/b><\/p>\n

Your body will never enjoy the same relationship with food ever again. Each slice of pizza is just heartburn in disguise, waiting to attack you in the middle of the night. Each hotdog is an emergency sprint to the toilet. Ice cream, pancakes, sausage, all foods you love to eat will cause you a great deal of discomfort in parts of your body whose smooth functionality you have, until now, taken for granted.<\/p>\n

And you will never believe that something you love so much can do so much to hurt you.<\/p>\n

Sort of like babies.<\/p>\n

Booze<\/b><\/p>\n

As one friend told me as I was entering the Thirty Club: \u201cIt won\u2019t take long for you to realize that you are thirty, but you drink like you\u2019re twenty and recover like you\u2019re forty.\u201d<\/p>\n

What\u2019s a night of drinking and talking about the woes of the post-thirty something if you don\u2019t talk about booze, right? Twenty-Nine year old Collin seems optimistic about his chances of not dying from a hangover on Sunday, but the thirty-somethings are far more pessimistic. Each shot is calculated in future head pain, each beer is weighed against gas and its ultimate destination hanging over our belts. It is painful.<\/p>\n

Gone are the days that a hangover is measured in hours, parts of a day, or even single days; hangovers for the thirty-something are a three-day affair. I drank four days ago and just started getting over the hangover this morning. That<\/i> hangover. The consequences of tonight\u2019s shenanigans will be unbelievably painful tomorrow, and then linger for two more days in manifestations of exhaustion, anxiety or inability to do math. By Wednesday I might feel human again.<\/p>\n

Wait. I am having ribs and probably won\u2019t be in bed til late. So Thursday I\u2019ll feel human again. Right in time for next weekend.<\/p>\n

Priorities <\/b><\/p>\n

The post thirty-something makes decisions he never thought he\u2019d make. Decisions that make the remnants of his twenty-something self cringe and hide his copy of Fear and Loathing<\/em> as he buries his head in shame. The new thirty-something might find himself deciding to stay in and watch movies rather than go for a drink with friends. He might organize tax forms instead of going to a party. Oh, happily, by the way. Last year I gleefully cleaned my bathroom and groomed my cat instead of going to a beer festival.<\/p>\n

Why?<\/p>\n

Because your thirty-something mind has a whole different set of priorities than you\u2019ve ever had before. These priorities are set by reasoning and a number of rationales. There is avoiding bodily pain and suffering, exhaustion and enjoying alone, pantless time. Moreover, after twenty-nine years of decisions that have led to stress, aggravation, trouble, frustration, and jail, it\u2019s about time for a change, right?<\/p>\n

Warning, for the first time in your life you might say this: \u201cIt\u2019s pretty late, let\u2019s have sex tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n

Membership Gifts<\/b><\/p>\n

You might not be a \u2018pill\u2019 person, but you will be! You will surely go to aspirin to attack the headache that just sprang up in the middle of a movie. Or you might find that you are not the same person without your morning vitamin. Laxatives and stool softeners are a constant companion on weekend trips, because you just never know what\u2019s going to stop you up after thirty. Especially if you eat like your age still starts with a 1-.<\/p>\n

Medicines are a fact of life to the Thirty-something as is the genesis of your body\u2019s slow decline. This is not to mention the lotions, creams, and tools you will need to ease hemorrhoids, moisten dry skin, soothe rashes, and pluck hairs that start growing out of spots you didn\u2019t know could support hair growth. You will become very aware of your body.<\/p>\n

Oh yeah, buy stock in antacids. Now.<\/p>\n

The evening ends with several drunken thirty-somethings wandering to the KFC and making some very poor late night dining choices.<\/p>\n

KFC.<\/p>\n

So, make that Friday.<\/p>\n

Any of you post thirty-somethings out there have any more advice or comments for our newest member?<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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