The snoozer express
NS February 8th, 2008
It’s Friday night, I’ve been invited for an evening out with the girls and TNH is encouraging me to go while he stays here with the sproglet. Normally I’d be running out the door without so much as a backwards glance. Today, however, I am so tired that the thought of applying make-up, changing my clothes, gathering my things and then walking to the bus stop, being on the bus for a half hour with a bunch of people on their way out to the pubs and clubs and then sipping on a soda water with lime while my friends drink wine and get tipsy doesn’t sound so appealing. Add to this trudging back on the bus with drunk teenagers, yawning the whole time because it’s 11.30 and a whole hour past my usual bedtime, and I’m pretty much still glued to my armchair.
It feels a bit pathetic but I can’t help it. I’ve become such a hermit lately and I actually don’t mind too much. I do things and get out and see people during the week but having to get public transport on a weekend night, taking nearly an hour from door to door and then back, sounds about as fun as a tooth extraction. So I think I’ll put my fish n’ chips in the oven now and sit down to watch Sweeney Todd in a bit. Sounds infinitesimally better to me.
