09.01.08
Saturday Night At Home
On Saturday, Jameson and I went out to dinner with my great-aunt. At the end of the night, my great-aunt said, “It was so nice of you two youngsters to come out to dinner with me; I’m sure you had more fun things to do.” Of course, we immediately reassured her that it was our pleasure - which it was, I love my great aunt - but it got me to thinking…these days, this dinner was the most “fun” I’ve had in a while.
Two years ago, I wouldn’t have been caught dead without a jam-packed, party-filled weekend. I knew all the hottest bars and restaurants in town. These days, I am at home cooking dinner and watching DVDs and researching ideas for decorating the apartment.
And the weird thing is? I don’t miss my old party girl life.
And I feel like a traitor for saying it. Because back then, two years ago, I constantly rolled my eyes when my married friends would say things about how now that they were married they don’t go out as much as they used to, in that “smug married” tone that seemed condescending at the time.
Now, on the other side, I see what they were saying. It is not that you are home, relishing candlelight dinners, it is just that going out doesn’t seem so…important. It is almost not worth it - the hair, the makeup, the clothes, the money, all to talk to the same people that you can talk to at home or over a nice dinner in a non-crowded restaurant.
These days, I hope I don’t sound condescending to my friends that still enjoy the party girl life, when I invite them to brunches or casual dinners instead. I know they think I’m boring now, that’s ok. I just hope that they know that I’m still the same person, the same friend, I was before - even if I don’t go out as much.