In or Out

Last night we celebrated another successful SB Street Team party at Buffalo Wild Wings. I even got to meet someone I've been dying to meet for years now — Jacob Hester. For that reason alone, I consider the night a success. 

However, a lot of other good came out of the evening. We met some people who really love SB Magazine, and we introduced others to our publication. There's another party from 8 to 10 p.m. Friday night at Eldorado's Celebrity Lounge. We hope to see you there!

On a side note, I realized a few things about myself last night, too. Somehow, in recent months, I've evolved into a suburban housewife (minus the husband). Seriously, things are changing. 

Perhaps it's my age or possibly my desires. Twenty-seven isn't old,  but I can tell you it's not 22 either. My friends and I used to go out nearly every single week night. We could drink until the bars closed at 2 a.m. and make it to work perky the next morning. Just the thought of that nearly makes me ill these days. 

In fact, I was at Buffalo Wild Wings until around 9 last night. I left and went to Superior to eat a late dinner with friends. I was home and in bed by 10 p.m., and I had to drag myself from bed this morning. How is that possible? I was asleep before the evening news wrapped. 

My other symptoms of suburbitis include: yoga class, neighborhood walks, eating in more than out and nights at home with my boyfriend and a book. It's simple, but ultimately so much more satisfying than those late nights out. But, who knows? Maybe this weekend I can make it until midnight.