I thought tonight was a good night.
Target @ Mondawmin w/ H.
Then dinner w/ her @ One World.
Home to my Hubby.
We watched frasier, ate chocolates, shot the shit.
Hubby went to bed.
And suddenly it is 2:30 in the morning and there are hip twenty-somethings traipsing up and down the fire escape… directly next to our window. Which is RATHER loud. And they are saying fun things like “Wooooo!” and clinking bottles and shimmying up slippery ladders to the roof. At first I was like, wtf are these kids doing?! People are trying to sleep, fer chrissakes! (Well, other people, I think, not me…)
But once I stopped panicking for thirty seconds and realized they weren’t burgling me, I came to realize that I am grateful. Their impetuous and inconsiderate ways remind me to not be a curmudgeon at twenty-four. To erase the line in my forehead, (what Hubby calls my “heavy brow”) and enjoy their incessant clang clang clang as they drunkenly clamor back down to some unseen apartment below.
So, yay, Youths. You are probably the same age or older than I, but you keep me young. Young!
