I can't party the way I used to in years gone by. I went out three nights in a row this week and all I want today is a nap.Monday night my best friend got into town. We had a very nice dinner, I had two drinks, and I was home by about 11:00 and in bed by midnight. That shouldn't be too taxing on the old bod, right?
Tuesday night we met after work at a bar with an extensive martini menu. We were going to try a new place for dinner, but somehow we never got there. I had two martinis and a beer, along with 3 or 4 really cute little hamburgers. Kinda like gourmet sliders. He outdrank me by two-to-one and was definitely bobbing and weaving on the way back to his hotel. Got home that night just before 1:00.
I was fine yesterday morning, but as the day wore on, I wore out. I'm trying not to depend so much on Coca Cola Classic for energy and I successfully limited myself to two cans, but it wasn't easy. Especially because another friend and I had tickets for Camelot with Michael York. She was as excited by this play as I was about Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, so I couldn't disappoint her. Before the show we had a big dinner (I had a hardy but heavy dish -- chicken stuffed with two kinds of cheese -- and it was probably not the best choice under the circumstances). Just one beer. And I admit that towards the end of the first act (you remember, when the knights are competing with one another and Lancelot and the Queen start making goo-goo eyes), I kinda nodded off. I think I recovered nicely when the lights came up for intermission. I was home by 11:00 and in bed by (how long does it take to fill cat bowls with kibble?) 11:03 or so.
I have no big plans for the weekend beyond a massage tomorrow after work, and I must admit I'm grateful for the respite.
Isn't this pathetic?
When did this happen? When did I get old and tired? What happened to the girl who used to party like it's 1999? Back in the day, every evening was it's own pub crawl as my friends and I searched for the best juke box and the perfect wine spritzer and generous new friends who would let us fuel our partying with their cocaine. The old me wouldn't be tired today!
I guess that Gal went the way of juke boxes and wine spritzers and Duran Duran and shoulder pads and all other relics of the 1980s. I guess that's just the natural order of things. Tonight it's just me and the TV.
