With the arrival of my thirty-fourth birthday I suddenly realize what I had gradually been feeling for the last year or two. I am getting older. Perhaps not elderly yet as some have told me thirty-four is the new twenty-four but somehow I just don’t feel like that’s the case for me. Earlier this week as bellied up to a bar in LoDa with friends I realized just how much older than 24 I am. Enjoying the beer and conversation we overheard the bartender comment that the young woman she was carding was born in 1989 and was legal to drink. Holy shit, 1989 can buy alcohol? Then an even harder truth; a young man or, woman born in 1990 turns twenty-one this year and can drink all the booze they want!
