As if I hadn't noticed, last night proved once and for all that Saturday night just ain't what it used to be.
I mean, I still hang out with cute boys.
And go out for dinner and drinks.
And keep an eye out for sharp-dressed men.
And keep track of my drink so no one can slip me anything funny.
And end the evening with a night cap whenever possible.
But when we get home and throw off our clothes and crank up the tunes, it's just not like it used to be.
Don't get me wrong - we still know how to get wild.
But life is definitely different than it used to be.
I guess it's just like they say...
Sometimes different is very good.