I've also come to realize, I'm now an adult. Sally Socialite was my nickname for yeaaaaarrs in my late teens and into my twenties but now as I dip my toe into the thirties, it's completely ridiculous. Cute and appropriate at the time but now I think I would fall over with embarrassment if anyone called me that.
I also wouldn't hate it or the person--it is who I was and had a great time but time to keep evolving right?
What really triggered it was when my buddy Mike asked if I had a blog and I was like yeah! I used to. It made me sad to know I didn't keep up. It made me embarrassed that I couldn't tell him what it was previously called so...Probably good time for a change :)
2015 in full effect-- I can't even begin to dive into all the crazy stories I have and it's only the second week!
I'm exhausted right now but not too exhausted to call myself out. Old lady right here. It's before 10pm and I'm already in my pink snowflake pjs. Ten years ago at ten, I think I was working full time and drinking over time. This would be the time we went to my favorite Irish Pub and kick start the night, leave around one thirty and go to work at 6:30am.
Ugh.
I say all of that to say, I'm going to leave you with a teaser.
I. Am. Dating.
I know.... I'll wait for your pulse to get back to a normal rate. And no, I'm not drunk.
And while we are waiting for that.... Probably a good time to mention, I'm not actually dating anyone yet--trying to though.
I'm doing the online thing and if you thought my in person encounters with people in general were outrageous, it's amped up over the Internet and I can't wait to dive in and reveal all.
Til then...
xo
