I went out last night with a couple girlfriends. First we went to dinner and then headed to a local bar. Not a club, a bar. We sat at the bar the whole night, had a fabulous, amazing, highly entertaining time and…closed the bar down. I got home just a few minutes after 2am. *yawn* And today? I’m totally wiped out. Thank God it was my morning to sleep in (which amounted to sleeping until 9am because I felt guilty sleeping any later). But even though I’m not a big drinker, I’ve still been running on empty all day. Not enough sleep. See? I’m getting old. There was a time I could go out, drink heavily, get four hours of sleep then get up and do a full day of classes AND go to work. Aaah. Those were the days.
As proof of how dull my mind is, I ran to the bookstore because I had a coupon that expired today. I got there and spent an hour and a half. 90 minutes. Wandering the bookstore and I couldn’t find a blessed thing I wanted. Not a cookbook, not a sewing book, a magazine, a mystery, fantasy, romance or book for Brianna. I think I’m just so tired nothing appealed. I did actually end up buying a book (please, I’m tired, not dead) after I passed it (facing out on the shelf) four times and realized it’s a book I’ve had on my Amazon wishlist. I couldn’t remember anything else on that list, for pity’s sake, but I finally remembered that book was on there.
Other than that and making brunch and then dinner, I’ve done absolutely nothing of any real worth today. Answered a few emails. And…that’s it. I didn’t read, sew, or get anything accomplished. What a bum. I guess I’ll have to kick it into high gear tomorrow!
Yeah, I know the feeling. When I was nineteen, I worked second shift, got off at 11:30, changed, went to the bar (I either knew people or I used my fake.
), closed the bar, then went to eat, got home at 5, get ready for classes and go to those all day and then be to work by 3:00. I would literally stay up for days on end. I can’t imagine doing that now. There’s no way in hell you could PAY me to do that.
Second the getting old thing. It’s so not fair that for a night of fun now, we have to suffer the entire next day.
And you’re allowed to be a bum every once in a while! (Especially since I’m not living down there anymore… someone has to step into the beach bum title occasionally!!)
I don’t think the aging process starts until you have children. Then, it is accelerated! lol.
I went out to a bar on Saturday night too *g*. First time in probably 25 years when I went with a group of women just to have a good time. Which I did – had a very good time that is. But boy have things changed in 25 years. HAVE THEY EVER CHANGED!!!
OK – may as well get long here. Men and women don’t dance together??!!?!?!?! At least at the bar I went to, women get up and dance with each other and then I happened to walk by the dance floor and all these guys were standing around watching??? What’s with that?? In my day (and OMG I don’t believe I just used that expression) guys came up and asked women to dance. Then again if they liked them. Then they would sit and talk – well yell if it was loud. But Saturday night all I could think of was what a ‘meat market!’
I had a great time but that’s because I enjoyed the women I was with. If I’d been hoping to meet a guy – I would have been devastated by the whole thing. As it is, I’m sad for the way it seems to be.