Late Twenties

There comes a time when we realize that we are in fact, getting older. This has happened a few times in recent years among my friends and I, and this past weekend spoke specifically to the laziness that consumes us after particularly tough work weeks.*

Saturday night, the generally accepted “big night out” turned into a “big night in” for LT, CS and I, totally they’re choice. No one wanted to plan anything, so I took charge. Margaritas and tv were mentioned, and I sent out a time and a place.

The evening began with a liquor run – as LT is a self-professed snob when it comes to spirits. Not only did I learn the differences in tequila, but I learned a very important Chicago lesson:

CVS, 7-11 and grocery stores ALL sell liquor!!!

Being from the South (Florida still technically counts as “South” even though it isn’t really) this is utterly amazing to me. Publix, in all of its magnificence (I miss the deli!) only sold beer and wine, and if you were lucky they had a liquor store in the same plaza.

After visiting no less than 3 stores, none up to par for LT, we headed back and he made margaritas with the anjeo he had (2.5 shots per glass, yeah…) and we laughed through Death to Smoochy.

Needing to get out for a bit, we walked around the Gold Coast, stopped into Gibson’s for a round of Dirty Martini’s and appetizers.

Uninterested in the bar scene that night, we headed back to the couch, ending the evening with my first ever viewing of the Aristocrats. I laughed and gasped at the vulgarity.

All in all, a fantastic low-key evening and fantastic cocktails. I’m just thrilled that at this point in our lives, we have all figured out that a night in with good friends can beat a bar any day.




* The irony is not lost on me, currently a professional job searcher – this is in relation to my wonderful friends who had stressful weeks at work.