Goodbye Youth!

I blog pretty often, and while I usually write about things that I like, I rarely talk about myself.
There's no real reason for that, it's just that I don't.
But tomorrow is a big day for me.
I turn 36.
This really shouldn't be that big of a deal, but it kind of is. Why? Because I am leaving the youthful 18-35 demographic group and entering more distinguished the 36-50/60-something demographic.
For some reason, I'm taking this a little hard. There's no pamphlet that comes with entering this group, so I'm not exactly sure how I'm supposed to react to it. Can I still watch MTV? Will my musical tastes remain relevant? Can I still Rock 'n' Roll all night and Par-te E-ver-ry Day?
I just don't know.
All I know is I remember hearing a comedian talking about the demographic group I'm entering, describing it as a group where 36-year-olds get lumped into the same category as old men who hike their pants up to their armpits.
Sh**.
Of course, I could go around saying 36 is the new 22, but that's bull and we all know it. 36 is 36 and I just have to deal with it.
Well, on my last night of relative youth, I'm not going to do anything spectacular. I'll probably have a beer, watch some TV and completely forget about getting older.
Hopefully tomorrow morning when I get out of bed, my joints won't crack too hard, I'll remember what day it is, and I won't have newfound need for Geritol Complete.