Young. Dangerous. Mitzical. A triple threat.

Twenty seven. That's old right? I know anyone who is over 27 will tell me it isn't old.

Previously, life has always been a a bunch of "I wonder what [preferred age] will be like." I never chose 27. I've thought about 17, 21, 24, 26, 30, 32, 45, even 60 (though I'm afraid I to even live that long). I suspect it won't be much different than any other years, and yet I'll probably look back and think "Man, I used to have so much fun." Which is what I do now when looking through old photos on my Flickr. I think I'd like to find that fun again but 27 feels like the right age to start acting like an adult. I don't mean that requires me to be serious all the time but I should start knowing things about finance, investments, real estate, planning for my future (not in terms of babies) and to start dressing like a classy dame, even on my off days.

In the meantime, until Saturday, I am still 26.