As I was getting ready for bed last night, I realized just how far my weekends have come in the years since college.
Back then I couldn't wait to get off work or out of class so I could start getting ready for a night on the town.
All my nights on the town looked the same. I had the same circle of friends, and we went to the same bars every weekend.
I drank the same thing every weekend.
Usually too many of them.
I slept late on Saturday and usually went to the Burger King across the street from my apartment to get a greasy cheeseburger and fries to cure my headache.
Sometimes I did it again on Saturday night. Sunday afternoon I spent giving a cursory glance to the homework I had been putting off all weekend. Probably explains my GPA.
I'm so glad my Friday nights have changed. Life is so much less complicated, and a darn sight less painful. Not to mention cheaper. This was how LAST night went:
Hubby and I went out to dinner at a Ruby Tuesday that is two miles from our house. [My cycling friend Larry, who is VERY easy on the eye, once pointed out to me that it is Ruby Tuesday, not Ruby Tuesdays as most everyone says.]
I had one beer, a salad, and a sirloin. I don't usually eat steak; I was having a wild streak I guess.
I came home, wrote my blog post, and went to bed.
It was 7:30.