I'VE FOUND A PLACE, WHERE WE CAN BOOGIE...SO CUT A RUG UP TONIGHT

i think the change in weekend plans is the biggest adaptation i've had to make, now that we've entered this new stage in our lives. a few years ago, last year even, it was a given that friday night we were going to shake things up in this silly litte town and fuckin' dance the night away...

saturday mornings were filled with greasy brunches, and giggle-filled phonecalls and visits where we laugh about the previous evening's events and debacles...all in anticipation of next weekend, when we get to do it all over again!!

but now things have changed...a concept that is becoming more and more apparent as the days go on. things have been changing for some time now, but i don't think i notice it as much as i do on the weekends when what we used to do has never seemed more like a thing of the past...

long gone are the booze-fueled nights on the pacifico dancefloor...long gone are the random make-out partners...long gone are the one night stands and dirty pictures of pierced penis'...

but what if i wasn't done yet? what if i haven't had my fill? what if i haven't left the dancefloor? do i have a say in all this change?

did anybody ask me if i was ready to move on and let everyone do the same? did anybody ask me if it was alright for them to ruin our lives by settling down and getting hitched and ...don't even get me started...getting *barf* pregnant??????

well at least if they're going to ruin our lives i'm glad i have pretty rings to look at...