Saturday, August 7, 2010

Party now, sleep later.

So last night, Thing 1 and a couple of his cronies were sprawled out on our couch, watching something Shark Week related and they were struggling to keep their eyes open.  Yawns were flying left and right.  They were some lives ones, let me tell you.  Life of the party, they were.  Staying up until the sun came up the night before kind of drained their energy resources.

In between yawns, they were asking each other, "So what do you wanna do?"  "I dunno, what do you wanna do?"  "I dunno, what do you think?" and on and on.  And I'm looking at these 3 burnt out slugs and I say, "Hey, why don't you just stay HOME tonight instead of going out and burning the candle at both ends?" and they all look at me like I'm some sort of crazy lady who has NO IDEA what she is talking about and that motivated them enough to go out and find some trouble somewhere instead of staying home with some old lady who has no idea what it was like to be Young.

Ah yes.  It may have been a few decades since but I remember (Vaguely.  I did a lot of drugs back in the day) going out every single night during my early 20's.  I had a job where I worked from 12:00pm to 9:00pm so I could stay out all night and still get (barely) enough sleep.  Every. Single. Night.  If I didn't go out at night, every single night, then I felt like a social failure and I might miss Something.  One time, my dad, who I was living with at the time, looked at my exhausted face and asked me why didn't I just stay home that night for a change and of course I looked at him with a dumbfounded expression, like he had just asked me why didn't I stick my finger in a light socket while standing in a pool of water.  Stay home at night?  That was just crazy talk!

And then one night, I decided to take a walk on the mild side.  I stayed home.  On a Friday night.  And watched TV with my dad.  Dukes of Hazzard.  My dad loved Dukes of Hazzard, especially Enos.  Anyway, my dad looked at me all funny and asked if I was sick or something.  Nope, says I.  I just feel like staying home for a change.  Add in the fact that I had kind of gotten sick and tired of the same bunch of losers people I'd been partying hanging out with and I'd had my fill of Taking a Walk on the Wild Side.

College starts in just a couple of weeks so let Thing 1 and his cast of cronies enjoy what's left of their summer.  There's plenty of time to sleep later.  Like, in their 40's.  Like me.

1 comment:

  1. My friends and I used to have our own table at the hottest nightclub in town. If someone was sitting there when we showed up, they would be asked to move. That is how much money we spent on our copious amounts of alcohol.

    I don't make it through the intro of SNL these days.