Going out

Use to Joanie, Candi and I would get ready together at one of our places and load up late at night and head downtown. We'd do this once, twice and sometimes three times a week and sometimes we'd come home early in the morning; sometimes we'd bring the sun up and then sleep a few hours and be ready to go again.

WELL, this past Saturday night we went out with Candi's little sister, Audrey to celebrate her finally being 21 (it took the girl much longer it seems than anyone else). While we were out I started noticing things I never had before- like how young some of the bar-goers looked; how loud the place was; how bad the smoke stinks; how freaking expensicve a jack and coke is- and then I realized maybe going out once every 6-12 months is ok with me now because it just isn't as entertaining as it all once was. Don't get me wrong I had a great time out with everyone and I'm glad we got to celebrate with Audrey but I definately don't want to do it on a regular basis like we once did.

Anyway, thanks ladies (and the few men we took with us) for a great night, for reminding me how much I love y'all and spending time with you but also that I'm not missing out on a few things I thought I had been because I had other responsibilities to handle instead of going out like we use to.