A night out with the youngins....

I'm training a new girl at my part time job. She's going to take over some of my days so I'll have more time to myself. (Little does my boss know that as of June 1, I'll have a lot of time to myself, because I'm going to quit. She's been in a bad mood lately, so I'll save that chat for another time.)

Anyway, said girl is 22 years old. Very nice and sweet and full of energy. She asked me to hang out with he and her friends on Saturday night. We grabbed a bite at J. Tim's and instead going going to see Firewall, we went to a Mexican restaurant for drinks. I stuck with beer while they sipping, nope, chugged down all the Margarita's on the menu. By 10:30, when they were headed to bar #3, I bailed. I had to get Murphy and I didn't want to go to bed too late and waste my whole Sunday sleeping the night off. I had laundry to do and grocery shopping and I wanted to try and get to church. In other words, with a condo, a dog and a life to get on with, I had to be responsible. They had a bed to go home to and parents to make their breakfasts in the morning.

What a difference a decade can make. But I'm really not blue about the whole perspective. I'm actually pleased with my life and all that's under my belt. Life is good.