growing pains

remember when we were growing up, and we thought that when we got older we'd live crazy non-stop lives? we'd party hard. we'd stay up late. we'd kiss girls on the mouth and drive our cars too fast.

seventeen-year-old me would probably be a little upset to know how i've spent my weekend.

instead of drinking heavily on my friday night, i played sorry! with two other adults. that's right. three people, over the age of 25, played a children's game. then we watched a movie. then we went to bed.

tonight's much better: five hours of reminiscing about high school with old friends, while flipping through our yearbooks. beer was involved with this one, as was a tiny remote control helicopter.

i can only imagine that tomorrow night will involve a slip n' slide, a coloring book, and a trip to makeout point.... a solo trip, that is.