Girl’s Night Out, the old lady edition

Last night we got a glimpse at what girl’s night out may be like down the road. Girl’s night out, the old lady edition where none of us can remember a damn thing.

The night started out innocently enough. We met up at a local bar to celebrate Stephanie’s birthday. Like usual, I was running late and everybody got a little head start. Lori started a tab. We drank a few drinks. Ate some really greasy bar food. And then we were ready to move on to the next bar.

We stood up and said good-bye to some friends. We were just about out the door when the bartender hollered, “Lori!” Yep, Lori almost walked out on her tab. Well not really because the bartender had her debit card. So she almost walked out on her debit card. That would have really sucked come today when she was trying to fill up her gas tank or get groceries for dinner. Luckily the bartender had her back.

We hit a few more bars before settling in at a brand new bar in town. We drank some more drinks. Had some great laughs. Got in to a very serious discussion about good (or not-so-good, as the case may be) neighbors. And then we decided we were hungry and in need of some yummy breakfast food.

We bundled up and stumbled our way out of the bar. We were half way across the street when one of the waitress came out the door and started hollering at us. “Did one of you leave your purse?” I looked down at the empty space on my side where my purse should be. Yep, forgot my purse in the bar. Now that would have really sucked. Not only would I be missing my debit card, but also my cash, credit cards, inhaler and much, much more. Thankfully the waitress had my back.

If this is how forgetful we are in our thirties, imagine how we’ll be in our eighties. We’ll set up a night to meet in the cafeteria of the old folks home and inevitably one of us will forget our teeth and another will forget where the freaking cafeteria is…even though we were just there for dinner not a half hour before. And I’ll probably miss the whole thing because everybody will be taking their evening nap by the time I finally get my butt down to the cafeteria. *sigh* Getting older sucks.

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