Last night I went out with BFF Jenn and BFF Liz to celebrate Jenn turning
21 32. We hit a new fun bar in my area called Martini Park to see our FAVORITE 80's cover band The Reaganomics. We got there at about 7.
3 glasses of wine and a mojito later I was putting my coat on and heading out the door. It was 10:30.
Back in the day (circa 94'-98') 10:30 on a Thursday night went something like this:
7PM we were just finishing up dinner and getting ready to settle in to watch Friends, Will and Grace and ER. Then at 10:30 dressed in my standard issue sorority girl trendy black pants (seriously, I think they gave these out along with a secret handshake when you got initiated) armed with mace and MAC lipgloss my girlfriends and I would head up High Street to our destination for that night. The mace was for the "Little Person" (keeping it P/C here people) who would frequent High Street around closing time and yell at you if you walked by. Just in case we needed it...he was random. Oh, and also for the guy who panhandled in rhyme. "It might sound strange but can you spare some change" Ahhh, Ohio State. 10:30 was the time we left The House either for a bar, or a frat party. 2:30 was when we stumbled in the door trying to remember the code for the alarm (wait, or did NOT stumble home because I was stumbling to my boyfriend's house) and get into bed without making enough noise to wake up anyone who wanted to bitch about an early class on Friday....which by the way would TOTALLY be your own fault because they let you make your own schedules in college. Duh.
Last night 7 was when I got TO the bar after kissing my kids and husband goodbye, bitching about how cold it was (we did not even wear coats back in the day) and got into my mini van. 3 and a half hours later I was paying my tab and putting my coat on. Stumbling into my house (out of fatigue, not drunkenness...) and into bed trying not to wake my KIDS up thankyouverymuch barking dogs. 2:30 was when I woke up with heartburn.
Getting old sucks