My girlfriends want to go out for a big night on the town.
A night on the town! Who are they kidding? I just turned 44. For me a night on the town ends at 10pm. It’s not that I need to be home in time to see the evening news — I can’t even keep my eyes open that long – it’s just that I don’t see the need to be awake when tomorrow rears it’s ugly head!
I’d like to blame it on my rapidly increasing age, but sadly that’s not the case. I’ve never been one to “party like its 1999.” (Not even when it was 1999!)
Just give me a few martinis after work, or a glass of wine and some appetizers and I’m happy to call it a night.
Friends used to call me an “old soul,” now they just call me “old.”
Don’t get me wrong, I love to hang out with the girls. But these days I just prefer to start a little earlier in the day. Instead of going out to dinner, what’s wrong with a nice brunch?
I don’t like the din of restaurants when they get crowded at night. I can barely hear the person sitting across the table from me. And after all isn’t that what it’s supposed to be about — connecting with other people? I’d rather avoid Boston traffic, spend that $20 on a bottle of wine rather than a parking space, and linger over my own dinner table for a few hours with my very best friends.
I guess my big night out will likely be dinner in!