... is when the depression should set in.
Why you ask? Ah, gentle reader, you see it's like this.
I TURN FORTY TOMORROW!
Shit. This isn't happening.
And I'm drinking tomorrow night too. Well I'm going to try to. I told our bartender last week that I'll probably only be able to drink half as much as I normally would since my mug will probably be filling up with tears all night.
Two things make it worthwhile.
One, my wife turns the same age 12 days after thereby limiting my own personal Hell of being older than her to less than two weeks.
Two, it will eventually happen to all of YOU young whipper-snappers as well.
And oh how I will laugh...