30 years from non-existance

Do you think, at 31, I can still get away with calling myself late-to-very-late twenties? I tried it for my 30th year on this green globe, but no one was willing to agree. (Feckers! My family don't have much of an imagination.)

My 31st birthday is fast approaching and I'm pleased to say I'm taking it a lot more stoically than I did my 30th. I suppose once I got over the hump that was 30, 31 is a lot less frightening. But I say that on a Saturday, come Sunday night I'll be trying to make that deal with God that Joey in Friends tried to make.