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Oct. 9th, 2011 12:17 amOnce upon a time, going out on a Saturday night involved an hour of getting my hair and make-up to look just right, heading out around 9:30 or 10, dancing till closing, grabbing breakfast at Denny's or some greasy local diner before rolling in around somewhere between four and five.
I went out tonight, for the first time in too long to remember. Did my make-up and wore my scary, flexi-heeled suede boots. Didn't bother to do my hair because, quite frankly, I no longer remember what to do. Went out with a friend to a restaurant/bar in the Southside Works that pretends to be Irish, but was really pretty generic. We had an outside table right next to a fire pit, so that was nice. Had some appetizers, one drink each, and I was home by a little after eleven. Which works for me, because it means I'm able to listen to the Pens game.
I am so old and lame. *sigh*
I went out tonight, for the first time in too long to remember. Did my make-up and wore my scary, flexi-heeled suede boots. Didn't bother to do my hair because, quite frankly, I no longer remember what to do. Went out with a friend to a restaurant/bar in the Southside Works that pretends to be Irish, but was really pretty generic. We had an outside table right next to a fire pit, so that was nice. Had some appetizers, one drink each, and I was home by a little after eleven. Which works for me, because it means I'm able to listen to the Pens game.
I am so old and lame. *sigh*
