My 20's are going, going, almost gone.....

I have one last week to enjoy my 20's. Wow.... I can't believe that I will have to start saying that I am 30. I had no idea that it would bother me so much to grow into the "older" numbers. I know that many people would laugh at me saying that 30 is old, but it sure sounds old to me. I have been kind of depressed about it as it has approached for the last couple of years. I don't feel like the number represents me at all.... I still feel like a young college girl who could claim 23 or 24. The sad part is that I probably don't look that age anymore even though I feel that young. Well, it is going to happen whether I like it or not. So what should I do to really live up the last week of my 20's? I could fly off to some exotic place or I could explore a rebellious side of me and do something really dumb like get a tattoo. Wouldn't that be nice? I could get a big 77' on my arm or even better a little heart on my ankle. I always think it looks nice to see people with heart tattoos that later turn into droopy tear drops as their skin sags from age. Ha! Anyway.... I think I will just settle for going to the beach, going to a couple of movies, reading a book in Central Park, and then having a good old fashioned slumber party with my friend Sarah. She and I have known each other since we were 4 years old. I guess I will have to bring her up to the harsh reality that she will be 30 just 1 month after I am. Shh... don't tell her yet... let's let her enjoy her 20's for the month that she has left.