21sts were all about the 'big meal out' which for impoverished students meant about 30 of you jammed into the local pizza joint and ordered house wine. Everyone was there, all the crowd. 30ths are quiet evenings in a pub with maybe 8-10 people, leaving early because people have babysitters or dog sitters and you have to get the last bus because you can't get a taxi and we don't just crash on each other's floors anymore.
Some of the crowd, the ones left behind the earliest still seem to try to live it, tempered with a peculiar middle-agedness that mixes gothy gamering with dinner parties. I've never had a dinner party. I've cooked tasty, reasonably complex dinner for multiple visitors but I've never had a damn dinner party and I never will.
I'm glad to have learned more and changed. I don't miss it really, being 21. The knowledge about how people develop and respond to each other over time is worth the smaller numbers. But I don't think I want the quiet evening in the pub for my 30th. I want to do something different, more memorable.
I want to go to Iceland.
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