Last night, we had made plans with another couple to go out. I was not looking forward to it, at all. It had nothing to do with the couple, it was more that I was used to our normal Friday night routine. A nice dinner at one of our normal spots, a few beers, and home by seven (possibly eight if we were feeling real crazy). But we had made plans, and it was way to late to cancel. So, we went out.
Our night started out with us drinking beers in a tent while listening to an emo pop punk band. Our night ended with us sitting at a VIP table, ordering bottle service, and listening to a 90’s cover band.
I can’t remember that last time I acted like a 20 year old. The last time I didn’t constantly check the time, thinking about how I would rather be in bed then out. The last time I didn’t worry about all the things I had to get accomplished over the weekend. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun.
Unfortunately, I am paying for all that fun today. Just because I acted like a 20 year old, doesn’t mean I can handle a hangover like one. Nothing productive got accomplished today. I slept. I ate. I popped several Advil. And I slept some more.
Today was definitely rough, and I’m hoping for a better day tomorrow. But I’m glad we went out.