Tonight, We Are Young

Back in the day (2007-2012), I was fun. I went out at least two nights a week with friends to a party, club, bar, or even just another apartment for a wine night. Staying in on a Friday night was only an option if I hadn't fully recovered from Thursday night, but 9 times out of 10 I was good to go. I loved getting all dressed up and going out, and had no problem sacrificing studying to do so.

Since graduating in May, however, I have turned into a complete and total homebody. And the worst part is, I don't hate it.

As you know, this year my birthday fell in the middle of the week. Usually that would mean going out the weekend before or after. The weekend before consisted of me going to dinner and passing out before midnight after sushi, a beer, and a glass of wine. The weekend after is now... and I am currently sitting on my couch in sweatpants, no bra, and a UGA t-shirt I won at a raffle. Sexy, I know. Fortunately I've got my friend Bella Swan and the first Twilight movie to keep me entertained. Last night was even more wild: I watched a Say Yes to the Dress marathon before passing out and sleeping for 14 hours straight. Thug life.

I never knew how much working a 9-5 would change me, but it has shifted my weekend (and weekday) priorities completely. Sunday-Thursday I have to be in bed before 10 or else I get to work and fall asleep at my desk (this has happened more times than you would believe). Friday-Saturday I'm so beat from the week that I have no desire to go out, and what's great/terrible about it is that all of my friends feel the same way so they don't want to go out either.

Something's gotta give though--I don't want to wake up at 30 surrounded by cats and empty wine bottles, wishing I'd taken better advantage of my 20s. More importantly, how on earth am I supposed to meet my husband if I never go out?! Unless he's a Jehovah Witness or my maintenance man, I can't expect him to come to me. I need to put on my party panties and go out to explore Charlotte and meet new people, and I will... next weekend, of course.