The twenties are made for going out at night. When I was south of 25ish, my group of friends and I had longstanding plans to join the ruckus of downtown on any given Friday or Saturday night. It was what you did. And we certainly did it. We cabbed it to the bars with the best dancing music, happily spent our new-to-us incomes on cheap beer and spent most weekend evenings tapping our feet away while whatever pop song du jour rained from the ceilings. We were night people.
Jay and I rarely have evening plans anymore. Well, "rarely" is wrong (and I'm up late every single night of my life even if I'm not out). We go out here and there and we love late dinners and enjoying the reverie that comes with nightlife. However, we do that sometimes vs. most of the time. We tend to spend our "fun" time together these days being daytrippers. We generally rise, get ready, leash up our dog while swilling coffee and greet the day in any given neighborhood with enthusiasm and joy. After hours of that, you will find us at home watching a movie on Netflix to close out the day. That's us in our 30s. For better or worse.
But we broke stride last Friday.
I got home from work and felt great. The kind of great you feel after a successful workweek which included lotsa gym workouts and lotsa healthy eating. Instead of my usual inclination of 'let's go get happy hour and then stay home shortly after', I opted to putz around our place for a bit and then go out to eat properly. So we landed on that. And I knew just where we should go in light of the weekend prior's horribleness: The Castro.
If you know nothing of the Castro, here's a two second summary: It's one of the most historically gay neighborhoods in the entire world. That may seem light-hearted and fun (I mean, gay bars, duh. Who doesn't like to dance at a gay bar??!?!) but it has a lot of historical significance as well. Am I the one to explain it? Nope. But here's some wiki help. Anyway, after a week of feeling sickened by the events (mass shootings physically affect me the more I age), I knew that all I wanted to do was lend what little support I could in a tangible place. So it was off to dinner and drinks in the Castro for our date night.
Here's what I wear for such things these days:
^Top: Abercrombie (lololol, I don't want to talk about it) Skirt: Zara
As for our date night itself, it was awesome. We noshed on Mediterranean gyros and skewers. We visited the neighborhood's memorial. We talked to lots of other people. Shared stories, hugs, love. That, to me, is what it was all about. We danced. We toasted. We interacted. We embraced. We loved the night.
^And ain't that just the truth?
Here's my 9-second Boomerang rendition:
Not only was it a fun way to pass the time but we felt culturally invested in our robust community at a time when we felt it was needed most. What could be better than that?
Happy Monday, friends!