Recently, Anders and I wondered what we should do on Friday night. After a short, half-hearted discussion, we decided to stay at home. I opened a bottle of red wine, settled in with my knitting (yes, I knit) and we watched the movie on TV. Two things struck me: the first was that this was an endlessly dull way to spend a Friday night. The other was that I was perfectly content with the evening. Seriously y’all,is this difference between being a 20-something and a 30-something?
And as if to make up for a dull and asocial Friday night, the whole of our Saturday was action-packed. Anders and I picked out a sports stroller, fed my brother-in-law’s pets (but forgot the key), met my friends for coffee at three o’clock and then went downtown to meet Anders’ friends at eight. Theo was in tow the whole day and was a champ. He tested different strollers, charmed the sales lady (no small feat in a baby boutique), slept whenever he had the chance and wound the day down by taking a bath in an ill-fitting sink that doubled as a tub. Being the good boy he is, he fell asleep in his pram while we continued on enjoying pizza, beer and the rare night out with friends.
Even though my 22 year old self would never believe this 34 year old version of me, it’s true when I say life is good.
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Right? Your Friday night sounds like any of ours as well. In fact, I was thinking of it given your most recent visit. What did we do? We sat around, talked and ate. Remember when you and I would raise all sorts of hell on a Friday?
But even still, I'm happier now. Life seems at a more even keel. And I'll take any number of quiet Fridays spent watching movies and staying warm....
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