I’m such an old lady
I feel like I’m missing out on the joys of my youth sometimes. Like my body and brain reject the things I’m supposed to think of as “fun.” Yes, yes, of course I have a “for instance” coming…
Last night I went out with a bunch of people from school. Odd, because, a) I rarely go out with people from school and b) I rarely go out when it involves me making an out of the way trip to Long Island. LONG ISLAND. If you’re an NJ coast native you know that this is ridiculous. Yes, I’m a Jersey Shore snob. Go home bennies and all that jazz. But I digress.
I decided to make this trek last night (even though we’d gotten out of work early – yay summer – and my New Jersey bed in my New Jersey town was calling my New Jersey name) because they had really planned a lot. We’re talking stretch Escalade back into the city (yes I bought a train ticket all the way out of NYC basically just to drop my stuff off on LI and then go all the way back), and reservations at a club/lounge/bar that sounded pretty cool. Not my everyday thing, and it sounded fun and I swear I like fun! I do! I do.
And it was fun; The place was chill and yet vibrant, the band was awesome, and no effing guido invited himself to grind against my ass as we danced. But, at about 1:30am, I was pretty much done. In my defense, I’d like to blame my old lady-ness in part on the fact that I’d been up since six that morning, but I don’t know…maybe part of me is just a huge stick in the mud.
We ended up not getting back until 4:30am (yes, back to LI) only to crash and then leave again to go home (yes back to NY and then NJ – I’m ridiculous…and spontaneous and fun? eh? eh?) at 11am. So the sleep debt I have incurred is astronomical. I fell asleep on my couch watching wedding shows on the Style network…having a boyfriend makes those SO much easier to enjoy (no, no, not getting married anytime soon, calm down).
I use a lot of parentheses, huh? It’s like commentary on my commentary (pretenious much there, kiddo?)
Anyway, I am here by vowing to try and have more fun. Whether its with my boyfriend or best friends with which fun is easier, or with people I don’t know as well. I really want to try.
Any takers?
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