But in your thirts? Naw. While you’re by no means a veteran at life, you’ve lived enough that you don’t need an “excuse” to go to Vegas and act a dang fool. Plus, acting a dang fool takes on a different meaning as you age. Take me, for example. Gray hair is coming in by the strands on my temples, and each day I’m one step closer to serving Frederick Douglass realness. So, to me, going to the club and making out with a random hottie is not living on the edge. However, attending a housewarming party, being lactose-intolerant and eating two slices of gourmet pizza (because of course it is
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