This afternoon at work, I was reading an e-mail from an old friend. It made me think of how it wasn't that long ago that I used to spend Friday anticipating whatever big plans I had for the night and the rest of the weekend. I'd get all whored up to head out to preparty somewhere and then we'd head off to a club. Okay, that was actually several years ago. In more recent years, there's still plenty of whoring up going on, but maybe just for happy hours or dinner or something like that.
While I was reminiscing, it occurred to me that I can't even remember the last time I had plans on a Friday night. There were a few times this summer that I went to someone's house or had a couple of people over for drinks on the deck. But real, honest-to-goodness Friday Night Plans? It seems to have been ages, because I can't recall a single occasion.
Saturday night plans are few and far between, as well -- especially now that block party season is over. There was Sarah's bachelorette party a couple of weeks ago and I guess I am going to Fleet Foxes next weekend. Look at me! I'm a social butterfly.
I suppose it's good that I'm perfectly content to stay at home, since I'm totally fucking broke. But I really am perfectly happy to hang out at home. I've been cooking and baking on the weekends. Tonight I'm making black bean hummus, which since I'm only using the food processor, probably doesn't count as actual cooking. I feel like I want to bake, too, but I don't know what I should make.
With no baseball on (I realize there is baseball on, but with the Twins out of it, I don't care), I can also clear some stuff from the DVR and read the comics The Boy I Currently Like gave me last weekend. The drinks and food here are uber cheap. And I totally control the music. Maybe I'll be drunk and play DJ later. Really, the possibilities are endless.
I'm sure I'll get the itch to go out soon enough. For now, though, I'm happy to be a homebody.