Girls Night Out

The anticipation of Girl’s Night had been tickling my senses for a couple of days, actually for about 4 days. Adam had been away for a couple of days at a fast pitch softball tournament so I had 100% responsibility of the house, kids, dogs, cats, and of course the two family bunnies during that time. I was ready for a night out once he arrived safely home.  Once this was actually on the drawing board, I was ready! When Saturday night rolled around the plan would be as follows:

Pick Tiffany up and head to the theater. Once at the theater, we would meet another friend, sneak our alcohol in by packing it in our over-sized purses, and sit back, relax, and marvel over the abs on Channing Tatum in his latest, Magic Mike. After the movie, we would head to the bar, close it down, and not be able to drive home. We would of course, find a ride and spend the night at the house of whoever lived closest. We would wake up the next morning, have hangovers, and sore feet from all of the dancing. After finding our cars the next morning we would head home, receive hugs from our families, and get to take a 2 hour nap mid afternoon.

ü  Gather girlfriends.

ü  Sweet car (with car seats removed for the night).

ü  Alcohol.

But when Saturday actually did roll around this is what happened:

I picked Tiffany up at 6:30pm. We thought the late show was too late! We headed to the 7:20pm showing of Magic Mike.  I packed the alcohol in my oversized purse, bought my ticket and followed the girls into theater 3. I sat with my purse on my lap, never opened it and did not touch the alcohol. I didn’t want to get caught and escorted out, how embarrassing that would have been!  After daydreaming during the movie that Channing was going to be in our beds that night, we headed to Applebee’s. Yes, APPLEBEE’S. There we ordered a drink, received a pity ID check, and then chatted about our kids until 10:01. Half-off appetizers begin at 10. No sense paying full price, we’ll wait 20 minutes to place our order! Food arrived around 10:20pm, we ordered one more drink, and then….went to a street party that a local bar was hosting. As we stood in line noticing the short skirts, sagging pants, and leopard print tube tops, we felt slightly out of place…and then when the drunk 22 year old behind us put his arm over our shoulders, I felt really out of place. We went in anyway, and when we entered I eyed my friend’s looks of disgust as I knew we were all thinking the same thing….KIDS THESE DAYS!  We tried to dance, and luckily the DJ played a great mix of music from “our generation,” but mostly stood around mocking the 21 year olds with their tiny shorts, tiny purses, and light beers.  Not much later, a fight broke out, the music stopped, and we were out of there in about 4.6 seconds. It’s amazing how fast we were able to navigate through the bulk of people! We didn’t want to be involved. That’s when I knew…we’re old…or “experienced” as I like to call it! Ten years ago, I would have been the girl in high heels and short shorts welcoming a man to put his arm around me, and rushing to watch the fight…not running from it! I would have already had 4 drinks put away and been up on stage dancing.  We headed home after this, we were tired, and disgusted with kids these days! I stopped at McDonalds as my husband had waited up for me and requested 2 McDoubles and a 4 piece nugget. I was home by 1:20ish, went to bed, and was up by 8:30 to make breakfast . I didn’t get a nap in the afternoon, but the laundry had been washed while I was gone, so I was happy.  Girl’s nights have changed in the last few years, I’m over the bars and the dancing, but I’m up for wine night and swapping stories about our husbands and kiddos any night of the week, just as long as I can get to bed by 10!