3.12.11

It's amazing what 10 years can do to your idea of a successfully fun night. 


Ten years ago, I'd be prepping to join throngs of OU students to protest the closing of the bars an hour early due to daylight savings time. (Ok, ten years ago, I was the baby who wasn't 21 yet). 


A good, fun, successful night involved getting ready to Crazy Game of Poker and pre-gaming with Natty Light (or Franzia--depends on how grown up we wanted to feel); I'd borrow black pants and possibly shoes from a roommate, maybe have someone do my eye makeup and then change tops a minimum of 5 times; we'd head to someone's house, continue to drink/play drinking games/decide what we really wanted to do for the night; and then we'd head uptown, to proceed getting plastered til 2 a.m., crying in a disgusting bathroom stall about a.) what an a**hole so-and-so is b.) what a b**** so-and-so is or c.) how much we love our roommates and can't believe it will all be over--someday--and we'll never see each other again and here let's do the sorority secret handshake and hug and then go buy each other another potent Black Widow and sing Livin' on a Prayer at the top of our lungs. At 2 a.m. we'd try to buy another drink, and after being denied because we can't form words without slurring (and because mascara is now streaking to our chin from crying), we'd head to buy pizza--mmmmm Goodfella's. If the line was too long, we'd walk the extra block to Taco Bell. If that line was too long, there was Burrito Buggy, Pita Pit, or the ever popular go home and order D.P. Dough but pass out and miss the delivery (thanks for reminding me of that habit, Laura). In the morning, we'd rehash the night, laugh hysterically, fit pieces together, and swear we'd never stop being fun. And then drop off our film at CVS on the way to Bob Evans.


Oh how times have changed.


Greg and I just made dinner and put on HGTV. We might watch last night's The Soup (which we couldn't manage to stay up for), and then around 9:00 we'll go to bed. We'll get a solid 9 hours of sleep, and in the morning, we'll make coffee, watch CBS Sunday Morning, and play with our little one. 


I'll have plenty of opportunities to relive those youthful early 20s years (looking forward to a particular weekend in August...). That's okay every now and again. But I wouldn't trade these old lady years for anything. 


I might go to bed tonight humming "Ooooooooh, we're halfway there..."