Here's something that's been on my mind lately.
I always thought that by the time I'm 30, I would be going to dinner parties wearing a suit, drinking red wine and talking to my peers about the recent UN peace plan, the demise of social democracy, and the Berlin Philharmonics' recent Tchaikovsky performance. Now I'm 28, we all drink till we puke and my mates talk about Star Wars, Tolkien and Nintendo... the stuff you should have grown out of when you were 12.
I do sometimes drink red wine, though.