Sometimes you see old friends. And you stay out, and dance all night, because you’re old friends, and you’re getting older.
You love each other, and you drink too much, and it’s okay, there’s no shame, because you knew each other when you were 25, which is older than you ever thought you’d be, but now you’re way older.
At the point when we were leaving the house last night, I would have been just as glad to climb under my soft covers, and go to sleep. But Dave said no, let’s go out and have fun, and so we did.
I’m glad. It was great. I love my friends. And my husband. We had a great time. Thanks for dragging me out.
We just got home. I’m gonna be so tired tomorrow, even more tired than I am now. Whatever, it was worth it.