Hey! My name's Morgan and I write about Black culture and all things entertainment for a living. But I want to take a break from that by telling you a story of how my birthday quickly turned into a lesson learned. I grew up on the East Coast, specifically New Jersey, and a lot of us were introduced to clubbing at a really young age.
Whether it was the middle school "teen nights," the lounges that were open for 14-plus year-olds, or venturing off to NYC on random nights, we had a time! So, when it came to finally getting into the real clubs at 21, I was fully prepared. Despite all the commentary on social media about aging, the idea of turning 30 never really scared me. In fact, I was really excited to embrace this new decade of my life.
But after recently turning 34, I noticed a few changes. I can't hang like I used to! Mixing alcohol? Forget it. Partying from sun up to sun down without a nap? Ha! Meg knees? Girl, where?! Now, let's be clear: I don't consider myself old at all, but I do know when my body is telling me to relax.
Hangovers would last a couple of hours max back in the day. Nowadays, they last the entire day. I usually celebrate my birthday out of the country (shout out to last year's trip to Greece.
Mykonos you owe me nothing), but this year I stayed local and made my way down to a staple in the Garden State: the Jersey Shore (a popular region in Jersey filled with beautiful beaches, endless boardwalks, amusement parks, and waterparks). Despite MTV popularizing .