sometimes you think you are too old to do stuff and then you remember that you are never too old to do anything. thats why i love the age that i am at. i have finally found a groove, i have found the people in my life that i can do things with that i want to do things with. each person in my life have a purpose. each person in my past had their purpose. and each purpose in my future will have a purpose there too.
friday my husband and i had no intention of doing much of anything except lay around and watch tv. then a friend from work text me and invited us over for a quiet evening of "getting to know each other better". we have been friendly at work for some time but never super close, but i have to admit, i've always thought there was a connection between 'big red' and myself. she and her husband are newlyweds, and super cute ones at that. she's eager to have people over like so many newlyweds are; be the hostess with the mostess, act as though we are officially adults with couple friends, etc. we accepted with pleasure because my husband and her husband have met before and hit it off nicely, and as i said previously, we would like "to get to know each other better".
we had some dinner, and some wine and beer, and i had every intention of behaving myself. i'm sure big red did as well. but you know how that could be. you are at an age now where you just don't give a shit. you decide that people are either going to like you for the way you are, or not. so we let it fly. the language, the jokes, the inappropriate commentary. it was wonderful, and comfortable. we got rip, roaring drunk. the guys played video games, and of course were the more "responsible" 2 of the 4 of us, (why am i not surprised).
around 12:30am big red and i decided we needed some snacks. so we ventured out in the 40 degree weather and took a walk to the nearest gas station, she in sweats and flip flops, me in heavy steel-toe shoes. (god those damn shoes are heavy). here is where we show our ages. we are both so obviously drunk and i spot a cop car circling the neighborhood; i tell her we need to keep our voices down, so the two dummies that we are begin to try to walk more normal, which everyone knows, when you're drunk and you try to be "more normal" the opposite happens, you look more wasted. then we spot a fence. big red looks at me and says, "shit! a fence", i respond with, "i'm not hopping a fuckin' fence, dude, you have flops on, i've got steel-toe shoes on and then getting arrested for public intoxication and hopping a fence!"-- might i remind you, that i am 30 years old and big red is 28. it's almost an embarrassment. the cops are still circling. i decide being the elder more "mature" one to turn my head, i spot an obvious opening in the fence, the opening was a driveway. <laugh this is funny> .
finally, we arrive at the gas station, it seemed to take forever, and we are freezing. low and behold, i go to grab hold of the door handle and there is a kind man holding the door open for me and my drunk friend... a very tall man, handsome, dressed all in blue, NYPD written on his badge, "SHIT!" i think in my head, but instead, "Thank you, officer" comes out of my mouth. he smiles, says, "you're welcome", then looks at big red, who's got an ear to ear smile on her face. the cop chuckles, i'm sure he knows we are wasted, but it's obvious we aren't teenagers, and walks away.
on our way back, we find the driveway, no hopping of the fence, it seems to take forever, we trip a few times, find two cop cars this time, push past some girl on the stairway and make it back alive, no cuts, no arrests, and laughing hysterically. the husbands barely even noticed we were gone. i'm thinking that the boys hit it off, big red and i get along splendidly, and will enjoy plenty of interesting nights were we will be hopping fences and taking names.
sometimes, it's more fun being 25+ than it ever was being under 25. just because i'm married doesn't mean i don't know how to have fun anymore. just because i'm over 25 doesn't mean i can't act like an asshole anymore either, i just have a better taste in people and in booze. (i still hope my mom thinks the best of me).
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