So last Sunday it was the boys doing the Century Club, and today, it was me and a girlfriend drinking a pitcher of Beeritas (Corona + tequila + limeade concentrate) during the Superbowl.
Which isn’t to say that we got wasted – we got tipsy, and maintained the buzz throughout the game. We sat in the back corner of the room, gossiping during the football and intently watching the commercials. We ate hotdogs and mini tacos with way too much sour cream, and plotted girly sleepovers and Hawaii vacations. When the ad for the “new” singing competition show, The X-Factor,* came on, I confessed my love for Simon Cowell.
For a few hours tonight, I remembered what it felt like to be young and carefree and girly (it’s been months since I last drank with anyone other than Doug and/or my family). Tonight, I talked about my ex as though he were just another asshole I dated once, instead of someone to whom I’d given my hand and several years of my young life. At one point, I actually thought, We should get some girls together and go party in Vegas! I haven’t been to Vegas since I was 16, and not allowed to be out on the streets after 9 p.m., let alone gamble/drink/party, and I’ve never really had the desire to go. But now, at 28-and-a-half, with only a few years of unmarried/child-free life ahead of me, it sounds like a pretty good idea after all.
So if you don’t mind, I’m going to continue giving in to this side of myself tonight: instead of writing a long post wherein I contemplate my life, analyze my past, and try to predict my future, I’m just going to quit now while I’m ahead, eat a cupcake left over from Lilly’s birthday, take a bubble bath, and have sex with my boyfriend before going to bed.
I’m only 28-and-a-half, for crying out loud. No need to give up on my youth just yet.
*Not actually new, just new to this side of the pond. I used to watch this show when I lived in the UK. It’s way better than Idol – I promise.