but lately I seriously am a grandma. nothing sounds better than going to bed at 8:30 p.m. I look forward to those evenings strictly devoted to reclining on the couch, then in my bed.
couch:
bed:
last night I had the opportunity to go out drinking with pals in Black Kids and Mates of State. no. I reluctantly went backstage where I drank a Poland Springs, refusing several offers of Jameson and Sam Adams. I did help myself to the carrot sticks. (the first vegetables I've eaten in about a week.) then skipped out to go home at 12:30 instead of going to Bleacher Bar.
here's Mary hanging out like a cool 26 year-old.
here's Jon and Owen cleaning out the fridge. in the foreground you see my water bottle.
somehow I managed to age 40 years in a matter of months.
on Sunday, friends from Austin were playing a show at TT's. they asked to crash on my floor while in Boston. figured it could be nice as I haven't seen Logan in 4 years.
after their show they literally had to put me in the van and make me go to The Model kicking and screaming. when we got home I shushed them for an hour. did I mention I haven't seen them in 4 years?
honestly, one Simply Sleep and 10-14 hours of uninterrupted sleep is an awesome Friday night. just gotta make sure the sleep marathon is in the privacy of my own home.
my bed is just too wonderful. I've had the same one for 4 years. I have created my ultimate sleep oasis. of anywhere I could possibly sleep I would pick my bed. it helps that Chip Munk snuggles next to my face every night. occassionally Biff will join.
good times
I think preferring to sleep in your own bed means you are an adult. now I must work on being an adult and not a senior citizen.
