A friend of mine called me out of the blue yesterday and asked if she could watch Ezra overnight for us tonight, simply because she knows that we don’t have family in town and that Chris and I could probably use a night off.
Needless to say, I fell directly off of my chair and died and then saw the light but then I went to the hospital and they resuscitated me and I came straight back home in order to tell you that I may have screamed “YES!!” very loudly into the phone- prompting an awkward silence as my friend paused to check if her eardrum had, in fact, been ruptured by my outburst of acceptance or not.
Ok, none of that really happened. Except for the part where my friend really did call and ask that. And I really might have screamed a wild “YES!” into the phone in response. What can I say? I am easily excitable. (I am also easily distracted by shiny things, but that’s another post entirely.)
This random act of babysitting will now allow me to go and watch my husband’s show tonight- a thing that I have not been able to do freely in about 2 years and 8 months. (But who is counting?) He is playing drums for his friend’s band and then after that? The night is ours, baby!
Here’s the thing, though. What do people even DO after 9PM on a Friday night? I have no clue. I never have had a clue. I met Chris when I was 16. (The whole story? click here.) The “bar scene” is as foreign to me as the River Jordan is wide. And, nightclubs? Talk about intimidating. We tried to go out “dancing” once, but I felt so out-of-place… like I had just walked through the doors holding a baby panda. Who was JUGGLING. With baby kittens. And flaming $100 bills.
It was awkward is all I’m saying.
Chris and I love to dance, and I mean REALLY dance, but we haven’t found anyplace that’s fun and comfortable apart from friend’s weddings. We like to have yummy drinks and talk about life. We enjoy a good smokey treat every now and again. We love to listen to good music… jazz splits us open.
My question: What would YOU do if you had an entire night of freedom handed to you on a platter? I want to make the most of it, but I am completely clueless on how to do that. My ‘night life’ up until this point has consisted of coffee shops, Target, bookstores, and MY PILLOW. Any advice from the well-versed life-after-dark folks?