In a couple days I'm going out for the evening, at 7 pm, with some of the women from my mothers' groups. We've planned for a "mom's night out" at a local bar.
That sort of thing hasn't happened for so long that I almost can't believe it will happen. At the same time--part of me is thinking, "Why do I need that?"
I'm not unhappy with how things are--with staying home every evening of the week. That's one of those major adjustments one makes when a kid enters one's life; I haven't been chomping at the bit to go carousing in the evenings.
At the same time, though...it would be so good, so unbelievably good, to sit for a couple hours talking with a good woman friend. (Most of my close friends are in other parts of the country.) I need that more than I need a stiff drink, more than I need a long hot bath, more than I need to engross myself in a good novel for hours on end.
This upcoming evening won't provide me with that, unfortunately. I just don't know these women well enough. But I suppose it's a pretty good second best.
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