Three reblogs without any original posts of my own. That was once the only way the simsian review was updated, but no more. In that same breath, this month has been a bit crazy and I don’t have any pop culture pieces (ready) to share, so instead a short jaunt on the topic of being in my late 20s.
What does being in your late 20s mean? A younger me would have said it meant I was firmly an adult. Chelsea might say so, and I might as well about half the time, but I’m thoroughly enjoying this new zeitgeist, wherein there is no longer a finish line between adolescence and adulthood. The grey zone goes on ahead indefinitely and I welcome it.
So what else might it mean? Hosting family gatherings? Hardly. Chelsea is the one with traditions. My family goes on barely recognizing regularity this time of year. It has meant more travel, which is great, but that is a function of a decent job more than anything.
It means marriage. No, not mine, but almost everyone I know. Until a year or so ago, Chelsea had never been to a wedding. She’s now been to three.
I suppose we’re just that age but they are all clumped together. Last Saturday, on our anniversary, we saw two great friends marry one another in a beautiful, simple, and uncharacteristically fun ceremony. There is always something to celebrate at a wedding, but this one was fun start to finish, even with the hangover I had from groom’s night out on Friday.
A week from Saturday, we’ll be attending the wedding of one of Chelsea’s oldest friends. She’s marrying a great guy and I get along with both of them very well. Chelsea is in the bridal party, which is great but for the expense.
But that isn’t all. In the middle (this Friday) I will be attending an impromptu wedding. My brother asked his girlfriend of three years to marry him last week and set the date for all of ten days out. This time two days from now, I’ll be watching them go down the aisle. That would be nothing but great news but for the fact that, unlike me, they are not in their mid twenties. They haven’t broken mid or even early twenties yet. They are 19 and I swear if they start popping out babies in the near future I’m gonna have some choice words with him and, more specifically, his baby making regions. On the plus side, I really like her and I think they’re good together. STILL TOO YOUNG.
As you might expect, this has led to no shortage of questions about Chelsea and I walking the same gang plank. We’re not engaged, but since when does that stop anyone. So on top of the cake that is e’rbody getting married, we have to chuckle along as a million people say, “you’re next.”
I think I’ll wake up to some Mario Kart this Sunday like the kidult I am.