This past Friday, I realized that my friends and I are officially old. Or to put a more positive spin on things, we’re very comfortable with who we are and where we are in life.
Last Friday, I tried to rally the troops and get everyone to go out and go dancing to the 80’s. Super fun for the girls, and I could have talked the guys into it with enough alcohol. People pondered their Friday night plans during the day and once everyone was home from work it was time to make a decision.
After many phone calls amongst the group (why don’t we have group calling on our cell phones yet?), it was discovered that at most of us were already in pajamas or some variation there of. I’ll even admit that I was almost asleep when my phone started to ring. And the one person not in pajamas just hadn’t made it home from work yet. As you can probably guess, with people already in pajamas, the likelihood of going out was getting slimmer by the second.
And then someone came up with the most brilliant idea ever for a Friday night . . . a pajama movie party. Brilliant! So us West Siders trucked over to the East Side in our pajamas to watch movies. The movies themselves sucked, but it was a pretty solid Friday night.
Although a night that started with a plan to go out ended up in pajamas, the important part is that we still all got to hang out together. And lets face it, when you’re old and you work a full week, going out on a Friday just about kills you.
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