More signs that you are a grownup: When you spend Memorial Day Weekend not at a drunken apartment balcony barbeque but at SeaWorld, holding onto a pen and methodologically checking off the must-see attractions on your map. And instead of throwing on a plastic trashbag and racing to Shamu’s Splash Zone, you and your friends sit in the back, bemoaning the small size of the tank and discussing rumors about how the whale catchers kill the whales’ mothers before forcing the babies into captivity. And then, in a sudden fear of tooth decay, one friend decides to pour a drink into the bag of cotton candy you’ve been munching on (OK, he’s a dentist). And then later that night, when another friend forgets to bring her ID, you explain the situation to the bouncer and he replies, “Well, if you guys looked young, this would be a problem.” (WTF?) And then, with every last drop of energy inside us, you push yourself to stay up until 1 a.m. and feel a strange sense of accomplishment when you succeed.

WHAT THE HECK HAS HAPPENED TO YOU?

Still, if you’ve gotta grow old, you’re so glad to do so with the people you love. Pass the Bengay.