Saturday, February 21, 2009

Update In Maturity

We actually scrambled for a babysitter at the last minute and found one - a girl from my class.

I said to her, "It might be a late night. We'll leave at 8:30 and be back at midnight."

She said, "OK, that's cool."

I said, "But it's really late. Are you sure it's OK?"

She said, "Um. It's not that late. I'm a teenager, remember?"

I said (silently), "Oh right. I'm a codger.."

So, we managed to get the baby ready for bed, at which point I usually crash. Instead, I put on my heels, smudged some color on my lips so that I would have a better shot at looking less like the undead, and with a couple of Red Bulls in my pocket for support, we headed to Cafe Rembrandt in the BIG City where we saw Tweedle Dee play in his Elvis Costello tribute band.

I was pleased to note that at 11:30 I wasn't ready to leave, but because I'm true to my word (and because I have to see the babysitter bright and early on Monday morning), we were home by midnight.

3 comments:

tara said...

Glad you were able to get out and have fun! Sorry that the saucy teenager reminded us how old we are, but happy that you had a good night!

Bonnie said...

Sounds like a fun night! My teenage son often reminds me of how he is able to stay awake much longer than me now!

annie said...

This is the painful thing about childraising with the whole laws of physics business, but please pretend our friendship transcends the space-time continuum and enjoy this shared moment with me!

the same river twice: 02.2004

I feel like I'm right there with you ;)

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Update In Maturity

We actually scrambled for a babysitter at the last minute and found one - a girl from my class.

I said to her, "It might be a late night. We'll leave at 8:30 and be back at midnight."

She said, "OK, that's cool."

I said, "But it's really late. Are you sure it's OK?"

She said, "Um. It's not that late. I'm a teenager, remember?"

I said (silently), "Oh right. I'm a codger.."

So, we managed to get the baby ready for bed, at which point I usually crash. Instead, I put on my heels, smudged some color on my lips so that I would have a better shot at looking less like the undead, and with a couple of Red Bulls in my pocket for support, we headed to Cafe Rembrandt in the BIG City where we saw Tweedle Dee play in his Elvis Costello tribute band.

I was pleased to note that at 11:30 I wasn't ready to leave, but because I'm true to my word (and because I have to see the babysitter bright and early on Monday morning), we were home by midnight.

3 comments:

tara said...

Glad you were able to get out and have fun! Sorry that the saucy teenager reminded us how old we are, but happy that you had a good night!

Bonnie said...

Sounds like a fun night! My teenage son often reminds me of how he is able to stay awake much longer than me now!

annie said...

This is the painful thing about childraising with the whole laws of physics business, but please pretend our friendship transcends the space-time continuum and enjoy this shared moment with me!

the same river twice: 02.2004

I feel like I'm right there with you ;)