“If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I’ll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!”
~ J.M. Barrie
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I came across this and had a good little chuckle so I thought I would share some of what was said.
Twentysomething party: The fun doesn’t really get going until 11:30 p.m.
Thirtysomething party: Everyone arrives promptly at 8.
Twenties: You invite a million people and don’t care how many people are coming.
Thirties: Your guest rolled in with five of her friends and didn’t RSVP???
The punch at a twentysomething party: a vat of Sunkist orange soda and Popov.
Thirties: every guest brings a bottle of red wine.
Twenties: The neighbours ask you to turn the music down
Thirties: YOU ask you to turn the music down.
Twenties: That one person brings an ironic six-pack of Smirnoff Ice.
Thirties: That one person brings their baby
Twenties: getting mad when you catch people making out in your bedroom.
Thirties: getting mad when you catch a guest doing the dishes for you.
Thirties: getting mad when someone accidentally takes home your casserole dish instead of theirs.
After a fun night with your friends, at any age: