Saturday night we celebrated Brad's birthday, albeit a few days early. We went to dinner at the Olive Garden, where I think Alex may have eaten his weight in breadsticks!! It was nice to get out and mingle with the hundreds of high schoolers who were attending a dance Saturday night.
We haven't felt so old in quite a while.
At the table next to us, all the boys sat on one side and the girls on the other. They chatted endlessly and loudly about friends, facebook, and things way over our heads. Meanwhile, we were harping on Alex to finish his macaroni and cheese!
At the end of their meal, the server brought out eight separate checks as they all were going dutch. It was an ordeal, but the server was a good sport about it all. He had to be as the ENTIRE restaurant was overrun by adolescents! They weren't sure whose mom was picking them up and argued about what would be the best option to get to the dance fashionably late. As I pushed by them in the bathroom, baby carrier in tow, the girls primped and gossiped and complained that their dinner groups had gotten too large. Their dresses were so short and Brad swears he'll never allow Abby out in a dress like that--ha, we'll see.
Seems like just yesterday we were them. Where did the time go?!?
1 comment:
Good times, good times.
P.S. I totally have that same Old Navy sweater and I wear it way too often. I'll be sure not to wear it on Friday ;-)
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