Tonight I took a quick trip to the grocery store at around 10:30 for some essentials that I literally couldn't make it through the night without. There was, of course, only one checker, given the time of night, and there were about 6 people in line ahead of me that were, I would venture to guess, somewhere between ages 23-28. Each of them had one item: a six-pack of beer.
My thought, as I stood in line thumbing through a Cooking Light magazine and feeling slightly annoyed that they didn't all just pay together was, "Oh, they must be having a BBQ or going to the beach tomorrow."
The first girl to check-out pulled out her cell phone, while waiting for the others, and her end of the conversation went something like this:
"Hey babe. Yeah, we're getting the beer now. I think the plan is to go over to B's house, drink the beer and then hit up the bars."
This startled me, and I looked from my magazine to my watch. What startles me more is my thought process that followed:
"Good grief! It's almost 11 o'clock! Who starts drinking this late? Who even goes out this late? Are these college kids? No, they look my age. Do they not realize how late is it? What day is it? Isn't it... Oh, I guess it's Friday... Hmm, do people my age go out this late on the weekends? Don't they have other things to do like studying or sleeping? Wait, is this what normal people who have normal jobs and aren't grad students look like?"
I realize that I'm awake at 2am, but I have been in my PJs since about 11:15 and I've been reading about treatments for various psychological disorders and drinking Diet Dr. Pepper. Let's face it, if I had a "night out," it wouldn't look like that, but most of my "nights out," which admittedly feel very few and far between, start around 6 or 7pm and end by midnight... probably earlier...
When I was in undergrad, I recall a time where 11pm was when the parties started. I didn't realize that carried over into real life... It certainly did not carry over into my life. The only thing I need to complete this picture is a cat.
2 comments:
hahahaha! Lindsey, I def agree! The real world is not fun at all. It's 10pm on a friday night and I'm just too tired to do anything but hang out at home and get ready for bed. Just make sure you draw your line at the cat... haha.
Haha, Thanks Tlai! I'm glad it's not just me!!!
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