I can't even remember the last time I've gone out two nights in a row on a weekend. And I don't mean out to a restaurant, or to a park, or to the zoo. I mean OUT OUT.
"Out out" = an excursion without children. With other adults besides one's spouse. With drinks. And food. At least 2 miles from your place of residence.
Perhaps some of you reading are childless, or single, and go "out out" all the time. Perhaps you can't even imagine what it is like to come to a point in your life where you repeat the word "out" twice and put quotation marks around it to reflect the rarity of it all.
To you I say, you are familiar. I used to be you. I never thought I wouldn't be you. But now, I am so not you. Someday you could be me (shudder).
Perhaps some of you reading don't feel the need to go "out out" anymore. To deal with crowded restaurants and reservations and taxis and babysitters and all the hassle.
To you I say, I get it. But really, you need to get "out out" more. Because going "out out" is fun.
Here's the lowdown of events:
Friday (May 19th)
Occasion - Friend's birthday
Babysitter - Hubby
Venue - 901 Restaurant & Bar
Partners in crime - Four super cool moms.
Restaurant review - Eh. It took them 45 minutes to bring our first round of drinks, so we got them comped. And then the food took so long that we got a comped entree. But hey, with such good company, who cares? And they had super cool menus that light up like an IPad. Oh, technology these days!
Drink of choice - Dirty Martini, then red wine (which may explain my Saturday morning headache).
Transportation - Metro and taxi
Bedtime - 12:45 am. Whether you think that's early or late probably depends on what category of person you are, as summarized above. For me, I think it's late. Very, very late.
Overall comments - Ahhhhhhhhh. What a great night. Usually when I hang out with these women we are handing out goldfish crackers, chasing after rogue children, and struggling to maintain an uninterrupted conversation longer than 30 seconds. We've done girl's nights out before, usually locally or at someone else's house, but getting downtown? Getting downtown made us feel REAL. We're not just mom friends lurking in the suburbs. We are COOL, yo. We can get dressed up and put on make up and go out with the rest of the DC populace and blend in fine, thank you very much. The 6:30am Casey wake up call and slight hangover the next morning was entirely worth it.
Saturday (May 20)
Occasion - We hadn't seen these friends in forever there really is no excuse so lets get together on Saturday so we don't fall off the face of the earth officially.
Babysitter - Dear Emma, a neighbor and college student who doesn't care that my dog jumps all over her and Casey screams upon her arrival.
Venue - Tsunami Sushi & Lounge followed by a house party (yes, you read that right - a house party).
Partners in crime - My husband, his friend from college, and his boyfriend. Said friend from college stripped down to his underwear at our wedding while dancing to "Living on a Prayer." (Just to give you an idea of the tone for the evening).
Restaurant review - Oh so yummy. We ordered rolls and rolls and more rolls. And how can you beat the transsexual hostess, who has a way better body than me, even in my glory days? I would definitely go back. Even without homosexual escorts.
Drink of choice - Saki. Cold. Good stuff.
Transportation - Hubby (18 months of pregnant sobriety earned me something).
Bedtime - 11:30 pm. Not super late. But respectable for the fact that we were paying a babysitter by the hour.
Overall comments - Oh, gay DC. How I wish I could hang more often and go to fun restaurants and house parties, where it makes no difference that I don't know the host or hardly anyone else for that matter. Call me stereotypical, but I tend to get along really well with gay men. And they like me too. So I go home feeling loved and energized and tipsy and saying things to my husband like, "We really should adopt a baby someday." Sigh. It's another world. But it's fun to go "out out" and step into it every once in a while.
All this fun didn't go unpunished. To say I was tired on Sunday is a bit of an understatement. But how often do you get an "out out" doubleheader weekend? Not that often often.