friday night plights

The way I view Friday nights has definitely changed over the years. David and I enjoy the boys and rarely seek a night out, even on this most fun of weeknights! But that doesn't mean I don't want to on occasion. Then I find myself realizing the fun would be short lived, any over indulgence could lead to discomfort (who wants random discomfort?), and I'm actually more tired than I realized after a busy week as Mom.

Here's how some of my fantasies come crashing to an end:

* In my newly fit body, I storm downtown Austin turning heads and getting hit on like crazy... mostly by younger guys who fit into that category of the rare athlete-genius hybrid. Anyway, I politely decline while pointing out the obviously superior gentleman on my arm. "Hello!" But then one of these Ken dolls gets perturbed (he's never been turned down!), makes a catty remark, gets David mad and after a ridiculous amount of threats from the other guy, my husband punches him and goes to jail and that's how THAT goes...

* Fresh from dinner at the new steak and seafood place downtown, David and I make our way to a movie. I (in my newly fit body) turn down popcorn but decide to splurge on some Milk Duds. Well, it's not long before the Milk Duds are playing tricks on my stomach and I end up missing a lot of the movie thanks to frequent trips to the restroom. Yuck!

* Somewhat bored with my newly fit body, I decide to experiment with drugs, end up with the munchies, demand Whataburger and then either David goes to jail for wacky driving or the double with cheese and bacon gives me the runs or all that Coke sends me to the ER with kidney pain. Either way, it doesn't end well.

Then I blink and I'm back to reality. I turn on recorded episodes of Oprah, curl up with my favorite guy, have some laughs and priceless conversation, and fall asleep whenever I want. And that actually doesn't sound too bad after all!