Saturdays..

Taught my aerobics class, house cleaning is done, cat sitting in the window... just getting ready for a fun night out at Myst. Just a typical Saturday. Except for the whole "going to Myst" part. Back when I was 19 or 20, I was very much a part of the "Scottsdale" scene - swanky clubs, dark lounges... I had a great fake ID. You never caught me home on a Friday or Saturday night, make that Wednesday or Thursday night either. My boyfriend lived out of state, I was in college, it was the time of my life.

Then I got married, moved to California, and began to settle down into a domestic lifestyle. It was... comfortable? I was... uh... happy? Sure. Then I left my husband (who happened to be my high school sweetheart and only real relationship I've ever really had) and made my way to New York City. Had the time of my life there. Really started to go for my dreams. Then my mom got sick and I moved back here. She's better now. And I'm still here. But I've got a great job, started working on my MBA, and met some great people.

It's a very strange time in my life. I feel like I'm in limbo... not sure what I'm doing or where I'm going next. Which brings me back to going out to Myst tonight. I feel as though I'm back in my college days, hitting up the Scottsdale scene.... but this time around I have to watch out for the boys. 'Cause so far, they're trampling over me.

P.S. Did I seriously write "hella crazy" in my last post? Ah, jeez. That's what happens when I hang out with 22-year-olds...