I'm not a night person. Staying up until midnight on New Year's is a real stretch and I have been known, on occasion, to brag to people on the nights I make it up past 10.
So when my best friend Trisha came for a visit this weekend, she took me off guard when she suggested we eat dinner out not before the 7:30 pm comedy show we were going to see, but after.
"But...the show may not end until 9," I said.
"Exactly," she said.
"But...I usually eat at 6."
"Today you'll eat at 9."
"Are restaurants even open that late around here?" I asked.
She stopped talking to me for awhile after that.
I wasn't always this way. Trisha and I were in fact reminiscing about our college years where one didn't start thinking about showering and getting ready to go out for the evening until around 10pm, and we wouldn't be caught dead leaving the apartment before 11.
I am proud to report though, that my husband and I, both "Can you read in the other room instead of here in bed? It's 9:30 and I'm trying to sleep" type people, not only made it out past 10, we were the 2nd to last group to leave the restaurant, which I think should count as closing the place. (Amazingly enough, a number of restaurants are open past 8pm. The things you learn).
We had fun too. Not just I'm-doing-this-to-prove-I'm-a-good-sport fun, but real, actual fun.
I hope this doesn't get out of hand. We may just turn into wild people and rent a movie tonight and stay up until midnight watching it.
Call the police. The college party-animal is back.