Sorry I Am So Boring

I just realized I haven’t posted for a few days. And that if all this citizenship stuff wasn’t happening, my blog would be very skimpy. Sorry. My life is pretty dull right now. And has been for a while. This was a silly time to start a blog.

But, oh, if such a thing had been around back when I “knew what it meant to shine,” wow, would it have been sizzling…

Back when there were parties at the Grove, nights at clubs both comedy and strip, weekend brunches, late-night visits to hotel hot-tubs, three-way phone calls, cigarette-stub collections, and underwear left in the back of cars…

Back when a guy called me in the morning and reminded me we’d been together the night before and I had to ask if that was before or after midnight…

Back when every night was named after what I did (McBeal Mondays: take-out, Ally McBeal, and lots of wine, with E.; Trivial Tuesdays: a night of cheap drinks, depending on which Trivial Pursuit questions we were asked, at the Cellar in Boulder; Wicked Wednesdays: still hung-over from the night before, the only cure being the pale ale and fish-and-chips special at a micro-brewery on Pearl Street (what was that place called, E., do you remember? Was it something to do with rainbows? Or forests?)…

Back when all my friends and I lived within a ten-mile radius of each other and none of them had children…

But that was several years and many pounds ago. Now my life consists of Skyping with those same friends because they live so far away. Even if they didn’t, it wouldn’t be the same, they all have kids now. But are the untold joys those kids have brought me (the first time B. told me “I love you, Aunty Em” I happy-cried for an hour) worth more than any hotel hot-tub hijinks? The fact that I have to think twice about that just goes to show you how messed up I am.