Once upon a time, my social life didn't involve a school bus.
But I never, ever, thought I'd long for the days when the school bus was filled with kids.
Because nothing says hot mama with a cool social life like hopping into the Senior Center bus with your mother-in-law to catch a show in town. On a Friday night.
But that's the kind of crazy, fun-loving chick I am now.
I just wish they hadn't felt the need to park the Senior Center Bus (did I already mention it was a Senior Center Bus? Because that was important.) directly next to the line of naked 20 year olds (Seriously. In my day, dearie, we covered up those tooshies, and not by suffocating them with Lycra, either!) waiting to get into one of the hottest night clubs in town.
Because even under the most ordinary circumstances, my life is humiliating enough. I don't need snooty young things staring in horror as a busload of seniors unloads onto the sidewalk next to them while the bossy bus lady yells at us not to get up before the final curtain (what are we, 12?), and to be back promptly at 11 or the bus would leave without us.
But you know what was the worst part? I had the bestest time.
Embracing my inner (well, let's face it - outer, too) dork.