Not hating, Just stating…

I’m borin! I haven’t always been, but as I was kicking back in the bed Thursday evening in my customary wifebeater and underwear ensemble discussing the role of religion in my current relationship via TEXT, I realized how BORING I have become.

Just last year, on a typical summery Thursday, I would have been sipping margaritas at the rooftop happy hour before heading downstairs to party like it was 1999 until I officially called it a night at around 11:30/12 AM. The girls and I would be posing for pics and giggling with fellas then talking about them as sooooon as their backs were turned; typical “us”. Fast forward to 2008, yesterday I went on part 2 of my quest for Brown Stew Chicken similar to what I had on vacation, then headed home to watch Semi-Pro and unpack, FINALLY. By 7, I was in the bed watching Michelle Obama co-hosting Wednesday’s episode of “The View” on DVR while intermittently texting my friend Mimi about how PHONY Elizabeth Hasselbeck was and how AMAZING a mom First Lady Obama seemed to be. At around 8, the conversation turned to religion in our relationships. She was discussing how religion SAVED hers and I talked about how it was threatening mine. I realized two things:

1. This was a very HEAVY conversation to have via text.
2. It was a warm lovely Summery Thursday and I was in the bed before 8.

That was when I realized how much I have changed. Instead of gettin’ low with her, I was getting deep. Instead of taking shots at a crowded bar, I sip wine alone in my living room. Instead of committing random acts of sexy at the local clubs on Girls’ Night Out, we have Girls’ Night In and discuss politics, poetry, and periods.

I prefer happy hours and lounges to the club, but it is hard to get me to go anywhere these days. I used to powernap after work in order to be ready to get my drink and my 2-step on until the wee hours without looking like whodunnit @ work the next day. I now pass out around nine and DVR all of my reality tv shows to watch after work the next day. I used to looooove buying the new new to wear to the club and hardly ever wore the same dress twice. I now buy more work clothes and chill clothes than club clothes and will throw on any of my previous “club dresses” on the RARE occasions I do go to the club now. I don’t even like the whole flirting scene anymore. I fell into a relationship and any other man just isn’t worth the energy.

I have the same interests as before, they are just reprioritized. Craft shows take precedent over the club. Going to dinner has replaced going to happy hour. Girls’ Night In has replaced Girls’ Night Out. DVR watching has replaced boy watching. ILB now stands for I’m Like BORING (Inside joke)! And I am okay with that. I officially have hobbies and interests that don’t involve U Street or Ciroc. I am officially in my been there, done that stage. And I like it! I love it! I want more of it!

BRING ON THE BORING!!!!

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