What’s the big deal? So we went out for an evening? Well for me, it was a big deal because it was the first time in just about 5 years that we got all snazzied up and went out on the town. Last night was the Christmas Party for the employees of our Municipality and there were a bunch of the guys going from the fire service so we decided to join them.
We’re “home bodies”. We love to just chill out at home listening to music. Once the day to day bustle of life calms down and Marcus is in bed and Matt is doing Matt stuff we just like to go to our Happy Place (or the Abeebo in the summer) and just “be”.
Asking the grandparent’s to watch the boys so we can go out and have fun is something I don’t like doing very often because they are good enough to watch Marcus through the week on days when we are both working or when we have errands to run. They are our boys and sometimes I just think that they raised their own kids and to ask them to watch ours so we can just go out for the sake of going out doesn’t seem right. I know they don’t mind and they enjoy it immensely; it’s just my train of thought.
So last night was a biggie. Marcus had his first ever sleepover. We weren’t 100% sure how he’d get along but we told him on Tuesday that it was going to happen. Saturday after supper we would take him to Nan and Papa’s and he could finally have a sleepover like his big brother, Matthew. He seemed pretty excited and told everyone who would listen that this was happening. He had it all planned out. He’d sleep in the TV room on the couch that turned into a bed, he’d go and crawl in bed with Nana and Papa the next morning and Nana would make him toast with jam and tea for breakfast. Sounded awesome to him. We dropped him off with his bag full of gear last night, he looked at us and said, “Have fun and don’t be a stranger!” I guess we were good to go.
We started the evening off with drinks at Mike’s Captain’s home. The whole crew landed and I got to meet all the guy’s ladies whom I have heard so much about over the years. A great group of people. We finally got all rounded up and headed to the dance before the buffet was finished. I quickly shovelled my plate of food into me because Captain’s wife wanted to hit the dance floor and of course I was more than obliging. I love to dance, even though it’s been years. Off we went. I was worried about it being cold in there considering the outfit I was wearing but after 10 minutes I was so glad I didn’t wear anything warmer. And then the DJ had to go and play a polka. Now don’t get me wrong, I love to polka, but remember it’s been a long time since Tracey hit the dance floor. Holy cow! Captain’s wife is a tiny little thing with energy to spare! She teaches at our local YMCA and is, um, well in much better shape than I am. She was flying around that dance floor during the polka like nobody’s business. I held my own and kept up step for step but by the time the last note of the song played and I returned to our table I was pretty out of puff. I felt a little easier knowing that there were 5 paramedics sitting there with us if I suddenly collapsed. All was good and my heart rate returned to normal within minutes…lol.
And laugh? Oh good grief my stomach was sore from laughing so much. Really, really good people to go spend an evening with. We decided (no, let me rephrase), Captain’s wife decided that this was going to become a regular thing. We all love to go out and from here on in we are going to get together more often just to get out for a few hours. Most of the guys have families older than ours, but that’s ok. We can still take an evening every now and again and get out. It’s good for the soul, it’s good for us and we are by no means old fuddy-duddies. We still have a lot of good times to be had and I realized last night that we just have to go and do it. Even if it’s just getting out for an After Work Party some Friday evening. We have to get out, spend time with other couples and have fun.
It’s so easy to get into a rut. It’s so easy to just be. And yes, we enjoy our little bubble but that’s not to say that we can’t enjoy getting out every once in an while as well. Life is too short.
Now to go and check in with Nana and Papa to see how the sleepover went.
Until next time…