During a conversation with a coworker today, it dawned on me that I might be a bit of an old lady hiding in a young adult’s visage. We were discussing weekend plans and she mentioned that she’d had a difficult week so she was going to go “Party her face off.” I’m sure you can imagine how the walls of my office rang with my laughter upon hearing that phrase.
When she asked me what I was going to do, my to-do list filled my brain:
- Grocery shopping
- Clean the house
- Weed the front yard
- Shop for Mother’s Day gifts
Realizing that nothing on this to-do list was likely to depart my face from the rest of me, I became a tad concerned. My concern deepened when I cogitated (my favorite word of the moment) upon the idea that I have never, in fact, partied my face off.
Wes took me out for my 21st birthday and I certainly sampled the bar’s assortment of vodka, but I can honestly say I’ve never partied my face off. I’ve never gone to a club, gone dancing, or inebriated myself beyond coherency at a bar.
Hmmm, what else is there to conclude that I am an old lady in disguise? What’s worse, I suspect that I’ve been an oldie but a goodie for a long time now. Back when I was single, my idea of a good Friday night was a good book and some hot tea. What is there to do?
Well, Wes came through with an idea earlier. He came home from work all fired up about the new Iron Man movie and we’re going to go see it later. When he first broached the subject I was a bit apprehensive. Movies are quite expensive, I would have to put on non-sweatpants, my makeup needs freshening, yadda yadda yadda.
Then, strengthened by my new resolve to not be old, I assented to the movie and we’re all set to go out. And, if we’re early, we may even grab drinks first. I know, it’s shocking in its boldness, no? My to-do list may not have changed but already my weekend looks a little more fun.