When did Saturday night turn into just another night?
Tonight when dh and I went for our evening walk we passed two parties, and I suddenly realized it was a Saturday night. It started me wondering just when I stopped noticing the difference between Monday and weekends. Though I was never the life of the party, there was a time when Friday and Saturday night plans were booked by Wednesday. And it made no difference if you were working a late shift, because nobody planned to start their night until after eleven anyways. Oh and for the weekends when you had no plans but just winged it going out for a movie, or hanging out with your friends at the local pool hall; no pre-planning or major wardrobe concerns, just hanging out at a dive where everyone was smoking cloves and playing songs off the juke box? The night generally ended up at an In N Out or Denny’s, where everyone split one combo because funds were lacking, but these were definitely good times.
I know just what you mean. I often loose track of the days though here it seems that people just don’t party on Saturday.
See, that’s Murphy’s law. I figured if I married a High Desert Princess she’d never know any better.
Dammit.
When you have kids–that’s when–LOL! Of course in a few years, it will have meaning again. When we are waiting up for our kiddos to come home from those Saturday night parties–AHHHH!!!
Nicole is so right. I used to think when my kids were older we’d have time for date nights and such again. Nope. I’m usually up waiting for them to call me that they need a ride or wondering why they are late without calling!
Rose: Our neighborhood is really quiet, if we weren’t walking past we wouldn’t have even known there was a party.
Damien: High Desert princess? ha ha ha ha ha
Nicole & Rock Chick: Yea, I figured it was the kids who did it, and since I am only fours years from having a teen I don’t even want to think about the other part of this comment, lol.