My So Called Crazy Life

A few years ago when I was single, 

I went through a rebellious stage.

Ok, so it was more of a reinvention 

 of my youth that hadn't quite gone wild. 

For a time, I was out in the world

sucking the marrow out of each Friday night. 

I was hangin' with a fast crowd...

and always dressed to the nines.

No doubt, I was the girl on the scene...

the one breaking hearts and mocking the law.

Now that I'm married, the lights of my Friday nights

shine more florescent than luminescent.

Instead of turning tricks on the dance floor, 

I find that I'm the one getting tricked...

tricked at the tray, to be exact.

Hmm, this plastic protection certainly gives 

new meaning to getting lucky... 

It appears this former London scenester has 

traded bottle service for BYOFolding chair

 Time spent perusing Michelin starred wine lists 

has morphed into selecting gymnasium worthy bootlegs.

That's what some vows and a ring can do to a girl... or for her.

What's better than being single 
on the dance floor on a hot Friday night?

Going out SOLO style with your BFF 
while your husband is home asleep on the couch.