It’s Another Friday Night, And I Ain’t Got Nobody
Well, my glorious Friday night full of swinging parties and red wine has come to an end. And you know what? It was FUCKING BORING AS FUCK.
Normally, if The Daver isn’t going to be home until after the kidlets go to bed, I’ll take them out and do something somewhat fun. Like go out to dinner or something. We’re VERY educational here, at Casa de la Sausage, let me tell you.
But since Alex was trying to audition to be a stove top or Ez Bake Oven, and Ben was still coughing like a 60 year old smoker, I decided that taking them out anywhere was probably a Very Bad Idea.
So we stayed in. And Ben VOLUNTARILY went to bed at 6:15, much to my “DUDE, YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE LEFT WHO CAN HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH ME THAT DOESN’T INVOLVE POINTING OUT EITHER LIGHTS OR BALLS” chagrin. And I was left trying to talk either to the cat or the dog, both of whom looked at me with what I can only describe as pure pity.
After Alex went to bed, I was stuck twiddling my thumbs looking for something, anything to do. FreeCell was boring, TV sucked, I had nothing new to read, no one in their right minds would be posting to their blogs on a Friday night (I imagined most of my fantabulous blog readers out at a hip club, drinking fantastic cocktails and dancing to dance remixes), and it dawned on me how fucking boring I really have become.
I felt sorry for myself until I watched an SVU I had actually not seen, which distracted me from how lame I am, and eventually trundled off to bed, alone, with only a heating pad for warmth (yes, I am that dumb to repeat the same mistake. And I managed to not burn the sheets this time, which is a step in the right direction).
And all I can say is, Daver, won’t you please come home now?
Sorry your night was boring. I wish I had been sleeping alone last night. My dh caught the awful flu/cold combo I incubated for weeks. He kept me up all night with his infernal sniffling and restlessness. The nerve! Nevermind that I kept him up for weeks on 3 different occasions in the last 2 months when I was sick.
Hope you all feel better soon. Sounds utterly miserable.
You’re such a mom. You can’t find a way to entertain yourself unless it is caretaking.
I spend entirely too much time bored!
I feel your pain. Sometimes Kent works super late nights and I am BORED OUT OF MY MIND! It’s funny how I am always going, “I’d kill for time to myself” and then whenever I get any, I just putter around aimlessly. So you’re not the only boring one out there, you have a kindred spirit in me. The most exciting thing I do on nights when Kent is gone is… read about other peoples’ exciting lives online. haha.
I’ve had a lot of time to adjust to the nights by myself and I actually look forward to watching SVU (one of my favorites) or whatever after the boys go to bed and it’s just me. That’s probably not a good thing. I’ve become like the cat lady.
Honey, you just described every Friday night at my house. Since you aren’t fond of FreeCell anymore, you must make friends with Otto’s Magic Blocks. Sadly I am hooked on it!
Don’t worry, I am lame, too. It’s better than chaotic tragedy, right?
Yeah, well, it’s Saturday night now, and my entertainment is you. Thank you for preventing my untimely death due to boredom. I’ll be back…
It only gets worse. By the way I blogged tonight – and it is Saturday night. Yep, me and the cats, blogging.
Pathetic.
aww Becky..
you’re not alone thats how my friday night went too. I also posted..lol.
poor us and our lame asses.
I totally posted last night. I also drank too much beer (by myself), listened to sad music and became maudlin. I am pretty sure that at some point I busted out the harmonica to play along with the sad music. The dogs wouldn’t even hang out with me..they put themselves to their night night bed. Fuckers.
you poor thing. i would totally have come over and partied all night, avec cocktails, if only I resided 1,500 miles closer.
just like i bet you would totally beat someone up with me.
these are the important things in life, non?
I’m sorry your night totally sucked. If it makes you feel any better the flu finally hit me full force and I was praying to the porcelain gods all night long…I still haven’t been able to keep anything down so I’ve given up food for the meantime.
P.S. SVU is one of my all time faves
Most of my fridays are like this anymore. And so last night, we went out (yes it was Saturday, what-evah), and while I was mingling with wine and friends and BRIE? I was wishing that I was where you were. Sorry. You had the ideal night, IMO.
Well, once I tired of jetsetting I caught that SVU episode. Yeah…right… Ok, I did see the SVU or more to the point I yelled at M. to find something else because we’ve seen every single episode of SVU. That new Fox show, Jezebel James wasn’t bad though (from the Gilmore Girls creator), but they were trying a little too hard. Still, it was a Friday and it was something I hadn’t seen! Yay!
Sorry I couldn’t stay and keep you company! 🙁 Next time. And I’ll bring you good books, too. 🙂
You are not alone. Saturday night I put on mascara, new pants, heels and went to … Meijer … and then to … Target, where I saw other slightly dressed up women who clearly needed to just get OUT of the house already.
Sorry to hear your flu continues. I can’t believe you couldn’t find something to do w/o hubby though. I usually put in for a pampering night with long hot bath, manicure, facial, and wine and chocolate!
I saw an SVU on Friday night that I’d never seen before, either! Maybe it was the same one. Not that I’d ever make the mistake of considering myself one of your most fabulous blogging friends… but I was in bed before midnight on Friday. I had actually been wanting to blog several times throughout the night, but I was lazy and my couch is comfortable.
Oops – pressed “submit” before I was finished! I just wanted to say that if I knew you were hoping for a fresh blog to read, I wouldn’t have hesitated to get off my lazy butt and write something to keep you company 🙂
Dude, I am ALWAYS home on Friday and Saturday nights. Reading blogs. Are you trying to say something about me?
(But, uh, I used to go out to hip clubs. Does that help?)