Early Bird Dinner Special for Two, Please

More and more lately, I'm beginning to realize that I may be exhibiting some signs of slipping slowly into old age. I now look for coupons for items I use often (75 cents off toothpaste!), we're eating dinner earlier (this is because a 2 year old gets hungry early), and we go to bed at an extraordinarily early hour (no excuse for this), and I have been known to use the phrase "Damn kids."

For Valentine's Day, my husband arranged for our daughter to spend the night at her grandma's house and we were going to have a night of fun. Dinner, drinks, a bar with a band, staying out late. I was so excited and I looked so hot! At the restaurant, we were informed that it would be two hours before we would be seated, so we took this opportunity to drink at the bar and complain about the drink prices (if only we had a coupon!) Our drinks ran us about $40 and we weren't even drunk. Excellent. I think we possibly had the laziest server at the restaurant (damn kids) but at least the food was good, even though we ate way past our usual five in the afternoon.

When we headed to the bar which was just a short walk away, we got comfortable and ordered drinks and settled in to watch probably the worst band I have ever experienced. Can someone please shut that woman up? She sounds in pain. This was the night that the Olympic opening ceremonies were going on and they had some of the TVs on that channel but on mute (of course it was muted, our ears were currently being raped by the tragic sounds of Dying Woman on stage.) I was secretly watching the opening ceremony wishing we could actually hear what was going on. My sweet husband looks at me and says, "I wish we could hear the opening ceremony. Is it bad that I kinda wish we were at home so we could watch this in peace?" Oh yes, this is why we got married.

I used to go out every night, all night. Apparently, after a certain stage in life, you realize that it's not so wonderful. I still enjoy going out and having a good time, but now I also enjoy being grown up (and coupons!) It's strange to think about, but I know at one time I was also a "damn kid," but now I also know that the new "damn kids" will be at the stage I'm at in a couple years. But for now, they can scan my coupons.