Friday, August 22, 2008

are we/i getting old


what does it mean when you turn down an invite to go to San Fransisco and party the weekend away because you have some gardening to do? what does it mean when you would rather wake up in your own bed and have a cup of coffee and play electric Yahtzee all morning instead of going out and having spendy mocha's, visiting museums and having brunch with with friends? what doe it mean when one would rather sit around the house and do laundry and put away clean dishes instead of hitting up the bars and taking your girlfriend to the strip clubs?


i know what it means... those weren't real questions...


but....


that's what id rather do this weekend. i saw a bit of let down in cheeses eyes when i told her id rather stay home this weekend. she agreed that it was the better idea. sometimes the better idea isn't always the right thing to do though... soon, cheese wont have to work weekends and will have Friday afternoons off.. then it wont be so much so of the "hurry up and hammer to the city, get drunk on the way so we can be on the same page as everyone else when we arrive, spend a wad of money at the bars so we feel like we are keeping up with our more affluent friends, take them out to breakfast and jam home so we can get cheese to work on time" routine. soon we will have a more relaxed schedule where we wont feel so guilty when we opt to stay at home...

errr... party like its 1999.


so i will try and do something nice and youthful for cheese in the next week or so. she is ten years(or more) younger than me! hahahahaaa... dancing, dining, art, a play... whatever. she is refined and enjoys cultural events... she is world traveled and is excited about a trip to baja Mexico come November... not so much excited about a trip to the mother land to visit family... whatever she wants...

what the fuck has this post become??? lame... I'll try again.

5 comments:

That Guy said...

No duder, I hear you. I've gone a layer underground in the last year or two. I get "wounded" easier the next day, too. Traffic in the city? Over it immediately. $200 rooms? Eat a dick! And they're part of my stoke decline as I stay there for a night or two. Fuck it. Nothing wrong with the dog.

Bs is the best place to return, which is why it's the best place to live, yo.

INNER VOICES said...

*clicks heels together three times*

theres no place like home, theres no place like home, theres no place like home....

catscratch said...

It means your a sweet, caring individual who is looking out for your girls beauty sleep.

Good for you!

INNER VOICES said...

ahhh... *feels pat on back*

just bob said...

There's something over at my blog for you... and you don't have to leave home to get it.