After a hard day of labor putting a fence up in our backyard, this is the exact phrase John said to me after I told him we were losers for being exhausted at 9pm on a Saturday night. We had big plans for the evening, first we’d get as much work done as we could, make dinner, have a few beers and watch Drive. Instead, we worked our butts off, ate dinner and promptly passed out on the couch around 8:30. We both stumbled into the bathroom to get ready for bed and as soon as 9pm rolled around, we were both sound asleep.
Just a few years ago, I lived for Saturday nights. Every Saturday morning began the same way: texting friends about where we were going that night. I loved getting ready, going out and meeting new people every weekend, but once I got a full time job and became responsible for more than school supplies and utility bills that changed pretty quickly. In a way, graduating college was my rude awakening to life.
The first few months were awkward as I searched for a “real” job that would allow me to actually pay all of my expenses on time, but without that real job I still felt like a college kid. And I definitely still acted like one. It only took one night of weekday drinking once I landed my full time job to teach me working hung-over was never going to work in corporate America. As time went by, I spent more and more Saturday nights away from the bar and instead chose to stay home for a relaxing night in.
At first I thought this sudden change meant I wasn’t fun anymore, or that there was nothing to do on Saturday nights besides going out. So many people my age were still partying every weekend but I felt like I’d suddenly outgrown that stage of life in a matter of months.
Fast forward to now. Moments before passing out on that Saturday night, John muttered how he was sorry that I was all cooped up in the house on a Saturday night going to sleep so early. My response to him was the absolute truth. There is no place in the world I’d rather be than going to bed at 9pm on a Saturday night after a hard day of home improvements with the man I love. And as I grow up, I realize that staying in on a Saturday night doesn’t make me a loser at all. Sometimes there’s nothing better than a “grown up” night in with someone you love.