This past weekend was a perfect example of why I feel like a child and adult wrapped in a big package.
The kid in me was elated to be going (for my third time- don’t judge me) to Medieval Times. Yes, the very Medieval Times Dinner and Tournament that you have seen in the commercials- the site of my first Valentine’s date with my now-husband. It was my great fortune that his office decided to rent out the venue as the site of their office kids party.
With a mixture of favorable nostalgia and a 3 year old level of enthusiasm I tried to contain myself during the car-ride down. I spoke not of my strong, almost crazy desire to get my face painted blue to match out assigned knight- 30 year old women don’t paint their face- unless it is with an excess of cover up to hide the ever-growing wrinkles.
It was thankful that we had our nephew there with us to legitimize our running alongside hundreds of children and pushing our way to see the falcon and horses before the show. There is nothing weirder than realizing you are a lone adult in a kid’s environment (ie. When my husband and I, one year at Chudleigh’s Apple Farm found ourselves alone with a bunch of kids in the hay maze- you feel like a creep despite not being one at all).
The tournament itself was hilarious- made all the more so by watching my little nephew watch in awe as the horses and knights and falcon performed their act- I think his mouth was agape for 2 whole hours staring. It was adorbs.
I was slightly disappointed that the 5 year old girl sitting next to me was awarded the “fairest maiden” flower.
From the lunch and jousting, my hubs and I went to Liberty Village to get some lights at EQ3- nothing juxtaposes your child and adult tendencies like spending one hour eating with your hands and being jealous of 5 year old to putting sensible (but so cute) light fixtures on your Visa and considering the merits of exposed versus closed shelving units.
And just as quick as adult-tasks came in, they left and I took a wicked afternoon nap. Naps to me have always been a huge player in the kid vs. adult battle. It is so childlike to need a nap in order to function for a night out- kids have full nap schedules in fact and napping is a huge part of being a kid- however, napping also signifys to me, a sense of what an adult is all about- being tired. When I was in high school and university I slept until the afternoon rendering naps useless. Now in this period of my life when I am perpetually awake before 8am every day, when I loose sleep on the regular due to stress and when I just cant hack going out for a whole night on the little overnight sleep I had- I feel entitled and due to nap. It is a great adult luxury and a great kid necessity.
Waking up from a nap when it is dark outside is hard. You almost feel a moments inclination to just say F-it and sleep the rest of the night away. Unless you have a super fun night ahead of you and then, like us this past weekend, you get ready and out the door lickity split. Saturday night was filled with 2 birthdays sharing a birthday feast- there is nothing I love to do more than have a long, luxurious, delicious, drunk dinner that goes into the wee hours of the night and leaves all attendant satiated and hammered. I was not disappointed. But again found myself feeling like a kid- going outside with no coat on, licking the sauce from the wicked meat pie off my fingers with no regard for table decorum and generally running around the resto like I ran shit- I don’t run anything.
Morning time came and if there is any time in life you feel quite like an adult it is when you realize that you can’t spend a night indulging without paying the price. AND nothing puts the cherry on that sundae like attending the bday party of your friend’s 2 year old daughter, cleaning your house from top to bottom and grocery shopping a sensible shop for the week to come.
All this said, I was thankful (albeit tired) to end my night in the perfect blend of the 2 juxtaposing Plantains that I was facing all weekend. Amid candy, popcorn, fruit and chocolate I spent my night with 10 amazing girls laughing our faces off. Sure, the jokes were juvenile and the junk food indicative of a time when candy didn’t go straight to my second and third asses but looking around the room at the wonderful friends I have who are such amazing beautiful and accomplished women, I was happy to be a grown up. (Except for the 15 minutes when Beyonce performed in that amazing leather lace number and I thought to myself that I wished I could go back to being 21 with a body like that- not that I ever looked like that but pre- 3 asses right?_
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