I used to be cool (Not really). But I used to be able to go out, party all night, come home, shower, change and go to work. (Really) There wasn't a day of the week when I wouldn't go out.
These days? No - not so much.
But last night The Husband & I did something we haven't done in a long time. I mean, it's been so long - I can't remember the last time we did it. Or if we ever have.
We. Went. Out!
I know - on a Thursday! To see a really cool band - Si*Se at the Hiro Ballroom. We left The Boy with his Nino (godfather) and Uncle Johnny. Another thing we've never done before. (Remember my post from earlier in the week? If I were really Wonder Woman I'd have a much smaller waist. Help is the one 4-letter word, I seldom use.)
Anyway, we had a great time out with friends - it was much needed for The Husband and I. But standing there in the middle of the ballroom floor waiting for Si*Se to play, crowded in the dark, having strangers spill their drinks on my feet (eeeww), I realized - I'm too old for Thursday night shenanigans.
Here's how I know:
Heels were not an option. As I was getting dressed, I put on a pair of wedges, I haven't worn all summer. After taking ten steps in the apartment, I kicked them off and put on my flats. Sexy? Not really. Sensible? OH YES!
I got my hand stamped. And after it was stamped, I said "OMG, it's been so long since I got my hand stamped!"
We got there at 8pm because the tickets said the show starts at 8:30. (Literal thinking rubbing off on me much?)
I actually expected Si*Se to start at 8:30.
At 9:30, I was annoyed to still be listening to the opening act. Don't get me wrong, she was great too. But the whole time I'm looking at/playing with my phone - a social media gal like myself has to stay connected. (And while I was playing with my phone, I thought about the times when I went out and was like "beep me when you get there.")
At 9:40 I was really happy that I wore my flats. But secretly jealous that my girlfriend slipped into a pair of Fit Flops.
At 10 pm, I whispered to The Husband, "what time do you want to leave?" Just as Si*Se started performing. As much as I enjoyed their music, I kept thinking about picking up The Boy. Taking him home and our 6 am wake up time.
By my third drink, I was ready to fall asleep.
By 10:45, we left even though the band played on.
After getting home close to midnight and waking up at 6 am, I realize now (while I'm trying to stay awake), that if we ever go out again on a Thursday night - I will NEED to take Friday as a vacation day.