Not long ago, approximately five years ago, I gave up on the married-yet-single life. G and I became parents to Babs. I remember feeling left out when my friends went partying and we stayed home nurturing our little cuddly-puddly. And soon, it did not make a big difference at all. Now I look back at the time and I really do not feel like I have missed much and this past weekend it was attested.
Our friends and I left our kids with our baby sitter P and wanted to do dinner and a movie. The movie, Life of Pi was fun and then we went to a lounge bar. I had no idea what I was getting into. The place we chose had a live band playing inside a closed space and the mics were on a high. We could not find a place to sit and enjoy the music or eat. Finally the only spot we found was right next to the speaker/woofer. My heart started to cry as it thumped with every beat. I looked at G with a puppy face, "we are not young any more."
Poor friend of mine who was actually enjoying the music was also quickly pried out of her seat and we rushed out to enjoy the air with much lesser noise and I grinned. This was good. Just hanging out with friends, out in the open, thinking about eating and chatting. That is what I wanted to, not sit in a loud room, screaming over the music, and loosing hearing and speech the same night. I am older now than I was before and this is what I like now, and I am happy with it...
with that said, seven years to the day since G and I tied the knot. I still go back to my old Reception and Wedding posts and reminisce the fun times we had.