Friday's aren't what they used to be

The other night (well, it was a Friday night) Matt and I got home from work around 4:30...walked the dogs...and then we got into our pajamas. We were just hanging out....trying to pick a first dance song for the wedding, listening to records, sitting with the dogs, and watching Anthony Bourdain. At one point I went in the bedroom to get something and got a glimpse of myself in the mirror...and I thought, my god Friday's aren't what they used to be. I remember a Friday night being this glorious night of getting off work, getting dolled up, and going out. Here I was in my mis-matched pajamas with the bottoms pulled up way too high, no make-up, glasses, and hair back. I walked into the living room where Matt was and he was slouched on the couch in his flannels with his legs spread and I started laughing so hard. I said, "I have to blog about this"....(that is why he is rolling his eyes when I snapped the photo). 

I think a lot of people, most of the time (including myself) are quick to post pictures of the fun outings they are on and all the adventures and trips and glamorous nights....but not enough people point out the real-life-in-my -thirties type of nights and I wanted to. My favorite Friday nights are always the ones when I am in pj's way too early on a couch with friends laughing the night away. 

We went through the drive-thru of Roberto's and ate greasy Mexican food...then we got into bed at 8 to watch a scary movie and Matt fell asleep by 9. 

It was a perfect night and I think it's important to recognize the life in these simple, uneventful moments. Don't ever let yourself think if you aren't going out, that you aren't doing anything. xo