All Grown Up

Well, I did it. I set a goal for myself this weekend and I stuck to it. And I can assure you all that I had plenty of chances to deviate from my goal, but I didn’t. My goal was to not get drunk! Now, its easier said than done, even at 35. Vodka lemonades are delicious and they’re perfect for beautiful nights sitting with friends. Beer tastes good when its 75 and you’re outside on a Lincoln Square patio. Sometimes these drinks can go down too easy, and sometimes, just sometimes, they can ruin a night, but not these weekend, not this chick.

Friday night was a blast with my girlfriend, her girlfriend and my other girlfriend from highschool. A bunch of ladies sitting around chatting, swearing when necessary and eating good food. It was most enjoyable and the weather was beautiful and we all had a really good time. I have something I’m thinking about regarding this night and some others, which I will go into more tomorrow I believe.

Saturday I went for the longest day ever to the movies. We went to see The Breakup, which was … okay, I didn’t HATE it, but didn’t love it either. Eh…Vince is cute no matter what, and fun to watch, don’t care what other people say!

Saturday night we headed to a going away party for my ever-changing friend who is probably already gone to Canada as we speak. And we had such a nice night, talking with our friends and his friends who are always fun. We had a great view and were home by midnight pretty much, so nice.

Then yesterday, since our buddy was at home alone most of the day on Saturday, we decided to stick close to home, puttering, cleaning, laundry, a DELICIOUS dinner that John made: lobster rolls, corn on the cob, asparagus, mashed potatoes and cole slaw. So freaking good.

All in all a really nice weekend, I feel rested and relaxed, not sour stomached and embarrassed. Could it be I’m learning to handle myself at 36? Could it be?