A single girl’s journey from Pizzazz to Fizzle…
The holiday season always puts me in a reminiscing mood…thinking about “the good old days”…or…perhaps even just last year. But this time I was remembering when I was supremely single, living the dream, eating whatever I wanted…whenever…
I recalled… how it was when I was young, legal and single and still living at home with my parents.
They were my best friends, so I saw absolutely no reason to give my hard-earned money to complete strangers for the privilege of living in some crappy apartment…where I would obviously have to clean, cook and do my own laundry. I wasn’t an idiot.
Anyway…I remember many, weekend nights I would come home from some trendy bar…after drinking, dancing and smoking cigarettes for hours with my girlfriends. Don’t judge me…it was the early 60’s–even my doctor smoked…and that was during my yearly check-up!!
As the night would wear on, I always hoped the cute lead singer of the band was smiling at me…I don’t believe that he ever was…but still…
Soon I would be just a little tipsy….okay, okay let’s just say I was intoxicated. (Drunk is such a harsh word.) The bar was closing and it was time to leave.
Since it was the weekend, I didn’t have to get up and go to work the next day. Blessing.
One of my friends (the one who didn’t drink…or drank much less than the rest of us) would drop me off at my home.
I would ever so quietly unlock the door, open it, slip off my shoes and softly meander into my bedroom where I would fall carelessly onto my twin bed. “Good Night Moon”
Many…most times: No removal of clothing. No pajamas. No face washing or teeth brushing. No pillow fluffing. Just a silent prayer that the bed hadn’t been moved during the day, since by now my eyes were closing.
Bedtime ritual for slightly inebriated single girl of the sixties…accomplished!!
Ta Da!!!! (No drum roll, please.)
Age: No longer young.
Weekend nights, I actually start thinking about ‘going to bed’ a couple of hours before I actually ‘go to bed’.
I can’t believe I just wrote that. That is so embarrassing.
You know…I had a long (really long) list of nightly chores that I now do every night before I go to bed and then go to sleep. I was going to share that list with you…so that you too could join me on this fun trip down memory lane…but it was so boring that I decided to scrap that idea.
Suffice it to say…Old age sucks.
THEN was better…MUCH better…
Have a nice day…