Zzzipping through the weekend

Friday could not have come a minute too soon this week. Matt and I ushered in the evening with pizza, beer and a trip to Borders. We watched Conan's last Tonight Show (incredible), then some Jimmy Fallon - whom I like better as a Late Show host than I did in his time on SNL.

Saturday is a blur. Housework, housework...and then we met friends at Mafiaoza's for dinner. Special thanks to Joe and Sarah...you shouldn't have. After dinner, we hit downtown Music City for Karaoke at Lonnie's. For the record, I love Lonnie's. It's very low key, it's fun, and the woman behind the bar is probably Mom's age, but can dance and party like a twenty year old.

I myself am reminded that I am not now, nor will I ever be again, in my 20s. And that's OK. I offered to be the designated driver for me, Matt and our Mount Juliet crew. I had a beer with dinner (and a ton of pizza to soak it up), and that was it for me. The gents all drank a bit more than that, and for that I love them. Even without liquid courage, I hit the stage at Lonnie's twice. Once for Queen's "Crazy Little Thing Called Love" and the second time for Patti Loveless' "I Try To Think About Elvis". I was ready for a third shot with "Here You Come Again" a la Dolly, but the crowd wanted to leave. So... we went across the alley to Ms. Kelli's. It was OK, but by that point, I was beat. Again, I'm 35, and even when I was younger, I rarely stayed out past midnight. In fact, I'm starting to think that moving to Nashville has given me back my party decade as a mulligan.

Anyhoo, around 2AM, we trudged to the car in the rain, and went home. After a quick shower to rinse off the cigarette smoke, we fell into the rack.

Today, after running a few errands, I took a long nap, and now I feel doped up.

I like that I can still play with the twentysomethings, even if I have to act like a sixtysomething the next day to recover.

Tomorrow... Monday, already? But I still have laundry...

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