We had a great time with my friend and his “baby” sister and her boyfriend Friday night (although she’s in her 20s and volunteered with the Peace Corps in Africa so she’s hardly a baby). We met for dinner at this place, which is always a good, casual choice central to downtown Nashville. In 1993 I rented an apartment in that same area for six months and it always transports me back to a point in my life when I was young, single, and had more hair.
I had the best time catching up with my friend, whom I hadn’t seen since Miss A was just a baby. At one point during dinner he had me laughing so hard over sharing his little brother’s “city gay” versus “country gay” theories that I was nearly crying. It sounds cliche, but it really doesn’t matter how much time passes for true friends–they can sit down and catch up without missing a beat.
Then we all meandered over to Cabana, which is a gorgeous restaurant and bar with a fun vibe. I could go on about how I couldn’t believe all the single 20-somethings were walking around in shorts skimpier than my favorite cotton underwear, but then I don’t want to sound like an old boring married woman who usually spends her Friday nights face down in her memory foam pillow after flipping through the latest issue of Southern Living.
I drank one of these at Cabana. Huzzah! I guess this wouldn’t be acceptable on Monday mornings when I need a pick me up at work.
Then we headed over to Tribe and I had a Cosmo, which was too sweet but I zoned out when under pressure to order and wanted something festive because I was at a real live bar with lots of fancy al-kee-haul. Thank God I didn’t order something like a Sex on the Beach or a strawberry daquiri. Hello…1989 called and wants its drink specials back. I also willingly chose to drink white zinfandel at a wedding reception and dinner two weeks ago (hubby is now cringing). I think I may need an alcohol intervention of the What Not To Drink variety. Someone tell me quick, what drinks are en vogue these days? It was a leap for me to order the vodka and Red Bull. I am more of a beer and wine girl at home and I always love margaritas.
And then hubby and I took a cab home a little after midnight. Honestly I can’t remember the last time he and I had to take a cab home. I’m sure it was pre-parenthood, which would be 2000 or 2001.
I had asked my mom to not bring the girls home before 9 Saturday morning. When Miss C asked me where my car was I told her we had ridden in a cab home and that my car was downtown in the city. Of course that was not a thorough enough reply and she asked that question that would make all parents billionaires if they had a dollar each time it was uttered: Why? To which I responded, “Because mommy and daddy were out late and we needed someone to drive us home.” That seemed to satisfy her, although I hope she didn’t tell everyone at her Vacation Bible School program last night that mommy and daddy had to take a cab home Friday.