My sister Erica is 21. I'm 31 (at least for a few more weeks - gotta hold onto this age until the last possible minute). She called me on Tuesday. She thought we needed a girls night out - dinner and drinks on Friday night. Yes, that makes a ten year age difference if you are counting...which puts her at her drinking prime and me...well, not so much. Yet, an opportunity to spend the evening with my sister was awesome. We see each other a lot, but my sweet kiddies tend to consume our attention most days.
So, Friday night arrives and it is time to pick Erica up. The evening starts with me getting gas at our small town gas station...in five inch heels and a dress. Let's just say I didn't quite fit in. Back into my car, with carseats in the back, I head to WMU campus to pick her up at her apartment. The sidewalks near her door were filled with college kids drinking and having a good old time. Thank goodness she came out and got me at my car. Who would want to make the walk up the sidewalk to her door...alone? Not me. Probably not even when I was in college, let alone now.