this goes out to all my baby mamas.
but really, it goes out to whoever i've discussed this topic with over the past few weeks.
going out sucks.
yeah, i said it. look, it was super fun in college when there weren't as many responsibilities and there was a better chance something exciting/scandalous/ridiculous would happen, but nowadays it's like - oh cool. i went out, spent way too much money on nothing and now my saturday/sunday will consist of me hungover for the better part of the day and i won't get anything done.
i'd rather spend my allotted weekend money on 2 really great brunches/lunches, go day-bar hopping, take a nap, puke, rally, then go to a fun dinner followed by bedtime. i mean, COME ON!!!
maybe i'm wrong. maybe i'm outgrowing it too soon, but i can't help it. yes, i love the nightlife if there is an actual event happening or a solid reason to be somewhere, but as for getting all dressed up to go to the same places and leave empty-handed and bloated... shrug. i guess i'm way too mature for all of that now (or just way too lame).
so, let's recap: brunch, bottomless mimosas, day-bars, sleep time, dinner time, bedtime MOFOS.
shit - did i just shoot myself in the foot? is no one gonna ask me to hang out now on the assumption that i'll say no? i'll go with you! i will. i'll come hang out. whatevs. forget all the above.
but still bring me a mimosa, shoot.
-emma
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