What 30 Makes You Realize #2

More and more bizarre things are happening to me now that make me think I'm in a sitcom...or Fried Green Tomatoes. 

How it happened: When you get to your thirties, you start talking about the stupid (but in retrospect, hilarious) things we did in our late teens and twenties. We talk about drinking stories like they are war stories. "I can't believe I lived through the night." "My buddy thought I was dying and took me to the ER." And my personal favorite, "I have no idea what I was thinking." In our twenties, we were young enough to be stupid. Our twenties was a time of idiocy and hangovers. I'm proud to say I survived "the war"; there were nights I wasn't so sure I would.

But now nearing my thirties, there isn't much of an excuse for stupid behavior and flawed logic. You're thirty. Didn't you live through your twenties? Being in your thirties is more like a series of coincidences when all the stars align and explode in your face and you are left wondering if what just happened was real.

For example, over the summer, my friend and I were trying to get to Indiana from Minneapolis to a conference. Although we were supposed to stay on the plane in Chicago and leave from there, we were told there was a new plane for us at a different gate. We got there, no one was there to help us. No one nearby knew what was going on. That's when we realized there was no way we were getting to Indiana by air. Cue the shared look of a decision, a walk-run to the rental car office, and driving off in to the....early afternoon sun, sharing memories, hopes and dreams in a six hour car ride across the US with a killer soundtrack.

My same friend, who is also living with me temporarily, brings me to this next story that proves I'm in a TV show:

A couple Saturdays ago, my boyfriend had a water tester out to see if our water had poison, or dog poop, in  it. Also going on this same morning, was my friend meeting some mutual friends to go to the Renaissance Festival. I slept in.

I woke up later, hearing people talking, I came out to say "hi", where I see a tall man dressed in a kilt, drinking a juice box. This is a teacher that I work with. Then suddenly, the water tester calls me, as in my name, to see something he was talking to me  earlier about. I was confused, but my friend who is living with me seemed to understand. She got up and walked in to the kitchen and was talking to the water tester and my boyfriend, continuing a conversation they apparently had earlier.

When the conversation ends, my friend walks back in and sits down in the chair across from me, I look at her. She leaned over to me and as quietly as possible, whispering and pointing a finger at the kitchen, "He thinks I'm you."

Water tester. Kilt. Mistaken identity.

She made a worried face then leaned over again and said, "Sorry," holding her hands up and shrugging.