The other night I did something I haven’t done since my college days. After a long day of working on a film, I’d fallen asleep on the couch around 830pm. Pretty much a rockin Saturday night in my household. I flipped off the TV around 9 and put the pjs on, turning in for the night. The phone rang about 45 minutes later and it was a dear friend of mine who was joining another friend and her new boyfriend at a local watering hole. She was so apologetic about waking me up but wanted me to join them. I said no but offered a parking pass for my street so they could park without getting a ticket. She stopped by a few minutes later to pick it up and it was then, standing at my front door in my pj’s, that I changed my mind and told her I’d be over in a few minutes. I surprised even myself in my flip-flop. As I was getting re-dressed and dragging a comb through my hair, I thought about why I was doing this. I hadn’t been in town and available in 5 weekends, I hadn’t gone out for fun in forever and these particular friends were very supportive of me and dear to my heart. Besides I had to check out this new beau.
I chuckled to myself as I walked the 2 blocks to the pub realizing I hadn’t done this since college. I guess hanging out with the college kids recently rubbed off in ways I hadn’t expected. 2 hours later, having listened to some wonderful live music, drunk a cocktail or two and caught up with the girls, my decision to get out of bed and join my friends didn’t seem so crazy after all. I had a wonderful time and fed a part of my soul that had been neglected of late. Oh and the new boyfriend? He’s a keeper. I’m thrilled for my friend and at bit hopeful for me.