I had the pleasure of going out Friday night with two of my bestest friends and I realized something...at the age of 27, I am old. Now I still feel young in many ways, but as far as having a night out on the town I am a total granny! I tried, I really tried, but I was starving by 8 (our reservation time), yawning by 10, and checking my watch every 10 minutes at 12. The watch checking was because I had totally not planned to stay out that late. I had told the RedHead that we had dinner reservations at 8 and so I would probably be home by 10 or 10:30. And when I did send the text to let him know that we'd be out late...no repsonse. He was already asleep. He's old too.
I am proud to say that I was able to keep up--champagne, a bit of dancing, a good time, but the next day I was so unbelieveably tired. And so I knew I was old.
And there was the fact that out of everything that night I was most excited about the food. I had a BLT--Fried Green Tomato, Applewood Smoked Bacon, fresh organic greens, and spicy mayo on wheatberry bread with SweetPotato Fries! MMM! I even told my Mama and the RedHead that we should go back there for dinner soon. We just have to go early before all those hooligans show up!