Tonight, we went out for my mother-in-law's birthday dinner at a restaurant in Malibu. The post-dinner plan was to go out somewhere in Hollywood because it was my friend Laura's birthday and she would be celebrating across town. Now, in the NEWLYWEDDED world, DINNER is considered an adequate weekend evening activity. What I mean is, you can just go to dinner and call it a night.
On nest.com, I read that one of the most common mistakes that the newlywedded make is to "let themselves go." The "newlywed nine" as they are called are those pesky pounds you put on because you become complacent-dinner involves a few more bites, more wine, and now you most definitely have coffee after your meal-which lengthens the meal period by at least 20 minutes. I mention this because not only am I working towards avoiding gaining weight, but I am finding that after dinner, going home doesn't seem like such a bad idea. After we had all finished our entrees, Mike and I glanced at each other as if to say, "God I'm so full...do we have to go out? I could just go to bed," but I wasn't having any of it. I looked at him and whispered, "We're going out." He nodded COMPLACENTLY, knowing that if we went home on a Saturday night at 10:30pm, it would mean that we were officially OLD AND MARRIED-an image we are working very hard to contradict.
My sister-in-law looked at how tired we both were and said, "Why don't you just play the married card, say you're tired and call it a night?"
I couldn't believe it...a single was giving us permission to fold and it was kind of...tempting. But I stuck to my guns. GOING HOME WAS NOT AN OPTION.
We ended up at this burlesque revival bar/club to meet up with some friends and we stuck it out for a drink and half. After about an hour, my sister in law and her boyfriend looked up at me longingly, as if to say "Do we have to stay here? We just want to go to bed."
I hate to say it, but it was 12am and I was tired. This is a serious serious problem. We went home, and the other girls called, screaming into the phone from a loud bar. "Are you coming to meet us??!!"
"I'm in my robe and brushing my teeth guys. You should have called me earlier."
"Oh God...you're so married. OK, go to bed at 12:30 on a Saturday night, it's fine," they grumbled.
"It's not fine," I answered. "But sometimes a married chick needs to step out of the game."