I have a date to go dancing with my 27-year-old friend next week. My idea.
But when we started talking about the logistics...like what time does one go dancing?...well, it seems my hypothetical desire to hang out and be unencumbered clashes wildly with the self who knows that she can't really go to bed past 11:00, much less be OUT IN THE WORLD at that time.
As LG is wont to say, pathetic.
I really do want to indulge my inner 27-year-old...just with no consequences to my actual 40-year-old self. Hmmm.
But when we started talking about the logistics...like what time does one go dancing?...well, it seems my hypothetical desire to hang out and be unencumbered clashes wildly with the self who knows that she can't really go to bed past 11:00, much less be OUT IN THE WORLD at that time.
As LG is wont to say, pathetic.
I really do want to indulge my inner 27-year-old...just with no consequences to my actual 40-year-old self. Hmmm.
It's the thought that whatever precious sleep you might get is lost forever. I had this crazy look when someone asked if we were planning on any nights out. I prefer to party in the day. Eating lunch at 12 and dinner at 5, like retired early-bird gray hairs.
ReplyDeleteI am wishing for an awesome (and early) evening to be had here.
Yeah, spot on.
ReplyDeleteBut it's really hard to pretend like you're 27 when you're home for the night by 9:00 :)