Alright so after being home for 3 months now (I was gone to Cape Cod, but alas I am back living with the parents) and working at I job that I about 80% hate (no that’s an improvement, it was like 100% as of a couple weeks ago) I finally started making some friends at work.  This week alone I was invited out THREE whole times.

Okay so I go out on Tuesday night with my friend Erin and we go to a bar with two of her guy friends, SO GOOD, let me tell you, to hang out with some testosterone and just let loose and be easy breezy and flirty.  Then we went back to one of the guys’ houses and just chilled and smoked, you know like big kids do.  So we smoked like one joint, and then I’m just playing with this kid’s dogs for like 2 hours.  I get home around 3:30am.  Around summer, when I was living with my parents on cape, I’d get home between 230 and 330, just to put that into perspective, and they were okay enough with it.

So I worked Friday night, then since I can’t currently drive, I went out after work with my ride home and some of our other co-workers to a bar, which was great because when you start a new job, it’s the socializing that makes it bearable because you bond with your fellow soldiers in the trenches until you get a good repartee going.  Alright so afterwards we hang out with this guy from work who’s cute and has a good body, and so it’s like duuh we’ll chill with you.  So we go and smoke a little bit in a car and just chill like vills. for a couple hours.  Anywaaays I get home about 4:00am, perhaps earlier. (DID YOU KNOW BARS IN CT CLOSE AT TWO AM ON THE WEEKENDS??? because I SOOOOO did not!!)  Alright then yeah maybe I smoke a little more once home, but then I eventually go to sleep and wake up perhaps 3:30pm…anyways I am loathe to go see the parentals, but know that I have to, so I venture on out to the “big room” as we’ve called it since our livers were pure and I get a lecture about how my parents were lying awake worried about me all night and they can’t keep doing this and they’re tired and missing out on sleep because they worry and so I am going to start having a curfew.  It’s like okay A. Take a Benadryl, it’ll knock you right out for 8 hours.  B. umm so I am FINALLY leaving the house and being social and making friends for one whole week when I’ve been nowhere, but home for the last lots of weeks, I think you can relaaaax.

So now, at the age of 23, a college graduate, and an experienced going outer-er, I am confined to a curfew of ONE O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING!!!  Um…that’s what time bars get out there folks.  Ugh. Well 1am to me means like 1:30, so we’ll start from there and just keep pushing it back….alright I’ll keep you updated on how that plan goes.