This is NOT a picture from last Friday, but it’s still accurate on a daily basis.
So, last Friday, the wife and I were supposed to go out with some friends to New Orleans.
Instead, our day turned out very much like the picture above.
It was supposed to be a day trip, putting us there before 10, and we were scheduled to hang out until 2 or 3 in the afternoon. By 10, we hadn’t left Baton Rouge yet cause the trip got delayed. We went home instead. We napped for half the day. That made us happy.
We tease each other about being a maw maw and paw paw about our social lives, but when we’re off together, we don’t want to do crowds, we no longer like gatherings, and late nights are cuss words. A good day off means chores in the morning, sleep on the afternon, make supper and go back to bed by 7pm.
You heard that right.
Don’t get me wrong, we’re both very social, but unless an event has a cut off time of about 6pm or earlier, we ain’t gonna make it. My PJs have gotten too comfy in my old age (of 44 venerable years). Our kids are right now 10 and 14. Peace and quiet at home is a luxury to be siezed whenever we can grab it; and we’re both unabashedly stingy about it too. Since we both work at a grocery store, I get my fill of people for 9 hours at a time. When I’m off from work, socializing is the LAST thing on my mind.
I’m off from work. Not today, Satan.
I know that socializing online is absolutely no substitute for actual person to person communication in a live setting, we both do. But we’re lazy. I’m not ashamed to say that. We’ve discussed doing a house party for our friends, but neither one of us wants the hassle of putting it together, the logistics of inviting everyone, or the nightmare of cleaning up afterwards.
Besides, every time I consider a party at home, I think of the after party scene from Sixteen Candles. That usually kills the idea immediately.
As I make this entry, I’m in my comfy clothes, no shoes, in my easy chair, and the most effort I’ll be making over the next hour will be to retrieve a beer from the fridge and sit my ass back down again.
This, for me, is the best kind of day off.
….But I still love y’all….