It seems I lived up to my last post. Particularly #11, where "Aint Going Down Till The Sun Comes Up" found itself right in the spot for the "What's your life story" question.
On Saturday night, the hubby's sister (Laura) calls, begging for someone to go out with her. So, eventually, I oblige. After all, I hadn't been out since a few weeks before my surgeries -- i.e., about three months. So Laura comes over and we head out to a bar/club where we dance and listen to a band (coincidently, she's crushing hard on one of the members) for a few hours. Closing time rolls around, and I get begged to go onto another bar, this one right across the river (i.e., in Illinois instead of Missouri, where the liquor laws are different). Needless to say, she won, and we went over to the east side of St. Louis.
We got there and we were having a really good time, dancing a ton and enjoying ourselves. Then, at some point, we realized it was 4 am! At that point I tell Laura we need to be getting ourselves home. It took me an hour and a half to get her out of the door. The sun was actually up by the time we left at 5:30 am! I didn't get home till 6:00 am! 6:00 IN THE FREAKING MORNING! I couldn't believe it.
I don't even know when the last time was that I partied all freaking night long, but I sure as hell can't party like I used to. I forced myself out of bed at 10:00 am Sunday morning, lest I mess myself up for the entire work week. I was like the walking dead yesterday, but somehow I managed to get a lot of crap done. Pretty impressive, I think. Then I crawled into bed for the night at 8:15 and crashed right away. When I woke up at 5:30 this morning, I couldn't help but think how I wasn't even home yet a mere 24 hours before. But, so far, so good. Except for my stiff neck from a bit of headbanging (oops, I told myself not to do that! I know it hurts for the next 4 days, but I just can't help myself sometimes).
So, it seems I'm not as young as I used to be, but apparently I'm still not as old as I feel, which is a relief!