When I was 20, I thought that 30 was old. Now that I'm 30, I know that my 20-year old self was right. 30 IS old. 30 is really old. It might not be so old, except that being 30, for me, has meant becoming a parent and there is something inherently old in that, even when you're young. Chris and I had our oldness pounded over our heads the other night when we went out for Date Night. I think just having to plan a Date Night automatically throws you into the old fart category, but having to plan ahead, book a babysitter, get home at a reasonable time...it really drove the point home in a knife to the gut kind of way. Also, we both got dressed up for Date Night. That's right, I took a decent amount of time getting ready because the reality is that there just aren't that many nights lately when I have a good excuse to get really dolled up. The fact that I was actually going out to an adults only dinner and might, GASP, even get to drink a couple glasses of wine and eat a full three course LEISURELY meal...time to break out the fancy.
Our big Date Night plans - dinner and a movie. That's right...we finally got a night out of the house and we went to the movies. You see, the movies used to be a boring Friday night. The movies used to be what we did when we didn't have plans. Now, going to the movies is a serious luxury and I, honest to God, was SO EXCITED to get into that theater Friday night. I have watched a summer of blockbusters pass me by and getting to finally go see a feature film...woooooohoooooo. We saw Inception, which was pretty fabulous, but I would recommend seeing it earlier in the day. Seeing it just a couple of hours before bedtime is a guaranteed way to have some seriously confused dreams. Anyhow, so yes, we got to go to the movies and yes, I got to eat a three course meal and yes, we are old beyond our years, but ah well...tis the Circle of Life, no?
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