The first BBQ of the season was Saturday night. Brent and Kari had a bunch of us over for delicious food, home-brewed beer, and Michigan Rummy. Yummy and fun!
It is super convenient when we hang out over there because Alex sleeps very well there, barely wakes up for the 1 block walk home, and quickly falls back asleep when we put him in his crib. All of these factors combine their kick-ass forces to mean one thing: we don't have to go home at any specific time. Yay!
Now in past summers, these BBQ's would easily last until the wee hours of the morning. Saturday, we were home by midnight. It was like we were afraid our beautiful party clothes were going to turn to rags Cinderella-style. Not only were we home by midnight, we went straight to bed.
My thoughts were confirmed by a phone call from Kari the next morning. The sole purpose of that call was to make sure I was aware of the end time of the party. And reiterate that we are officially old. Which was further confirmed this morning when I opened the bathroom cabinet to get my hairbrush. The only hair on it? A single long gray strand just sitting atop the bristles. Clearly saying, "Good morning!...You old hag."
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