Despite having fantastic night last Saturday, I’m left with the feeling that our downtown days have come and gone. We're not huge club people (those days have definitely come and gone) and we're no longer keen on making the trek downtown...why bother when the couch is within walking distance from the fridge? I wouldn't say we're an old married couple; we do lots of things on the weekends...like have friends over to play checkers while talking about how we can't drink more than one glass of wine anymore because of a sensitive stomach, or having to get up at 6:00am on Saturday to get in line at the drug store to pick up a prescription.
But seriously...dancing and drinking and cruising down Granville Street are fun, but I can think of places I would rather be and things I would rather be doing on a Friday or Saturday night. This feeling really sank in for me at the end of the evening, when we made the obligatory stop at Pita Pit, and in waltzed a few kids that I used to coach in volleyball...when they were in grade 8. I didn't necessarily feel old, I just felt out of place. They were completely wasted drunk, tripping over each other and for some reason, I felt silly. It's not that I no longer want to drink and dance and act a fool, I just think it's time to find a new venue for our debauchery. Needless to say, we won't be going downtown tonight, but we will be going to Pita Pit on the way home from work. Hallelujah, it's the weekend!
5 years ago
My BF goes through the same thing. He doesn't like going out with me as much (6 yr age difference). When he does it's kids he's coached before in soccer so i understand your feelings completely!
ReplyDeleteWow, sounds like my situation amplified by a couple of years! Thanks for reading :)
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