Thursday, January 8, 2009
Out with the old
If you asked me two years ago what I was doing for the weekend I would respond with an excited "I'm going OUT!"
It didn't matter where, as long as there were drinks flowing, flirtation blooming, and music so loud I couldn't hear myself think.
I would work until 11 p.m. and be "out" by 12:30 <--- the beginning of my night. I would buy new tops to wear with my favorite jeans weekly and never repeated outfits. I would chat up strangers, occasionally kiss a couple of them, and wake up with a pounding headache, and a resolve to DO IT ALL AGAIN. And I was convinced that it would never get old.
That I'd always LOVE the "scene" and I would enjoy going out forever.
And then it happened.
Stopped. Being. Fun.
I suddenly found myself preferring a "girls night" that began with a cocktail and ended with dessert at our favorite restaurant. I'd rather go out for coffee and really talk to someone than struggle to hear them over the pounding drums of a band I didn't even like.
It suddenly seemed that dancing in my living room with the man I love was a lot more fun than grinding against a stranger to the new Britney single.
But after all those memories I created while out...
I can't help but wonder what this new found love of staying in means for me.
Did the "scene" get old?
Or did I?