This past weekend the BHE and I were much more social than usual. This means that we left the house MORE THAN ONCE, and not just to pick up more booze, coffee, and/or toilet paper. No, we actually socialized in public several times. There were bars, house guests, outside festivals, boutiques, rock clubs, and bloody mary brunches involved. I did so much arm-touching and ohitssooogoodtoseeyous that my face still hurts. This doesn't sound like a big deal, I know. But for the BHE and me this much activity in a weekend is rare, which has left me wondering just why that is. Because we used to be City B socialites-- Illuminati, if you will. (Ha, I flatter myself). But still. What changed?
- people except for us started having babies and/or moving
- at 32, I feel like life is over and I might as well be 40
- i got too fat for my Parisian night suit
- we got dogs
- we got a house where we can invite friends over and get drunk without having to drive home
- i'm a control freak
- i have a karaoke machine
- and a piano
- and a captian's hat for the BHE
But it was fun, and it reminded me that I am not ready yet to give up public socializing. Being "older and wiser"? That just means that instead of hoping for it, I am amused to get a compliment on my looks. And no matter what stupid outfit or accessory I decide to wear in public, and no matter how many bad jokes I make, I have the BHE to come home with me. (Romantic, no?) Seriously though, that's pretty cool.