At lunch today there were these two girls (who were probably in their early twenties) and one of the girls was talking about a party she attended over the weekend. And there was a make-out tent. A MAKE. OUT. TENT. At that moment, I flashed back to my college years and then fast forwarded to now and I felt like an old biddy sitting at the table next to them. The uncomfortableness I felt with the thought of being at a party with a make-out tent increased the age gap between these girls and I from about 6 years to about 30. I felt so OLD! Let me tell you the types of parties I have been to recently:

Party food = wings, vegetable trays, cream cheese spreads, ribs, spicy sausage, pizza.
Party drinks = beer, wine, vodka, water, juice boxes, milk.
Party attire = multiple layers because of the weather, but nothing very nice and sandals… YAY!
Party talk = “When are you getting married?” (directed at me), “How far along are you?” and/or “Doesn’t it suck to not be able to drink?” (directed at all of the pregnant women), “Your baby is so cute” (directed to any family member who has a child under the age of 2), “Your child is so smart” (directed to anyone with a reasonably bright child over the age of 4) and any other chlid related conversation you can think of. I forgot the wine part. The types of parties I go to either have lots of children-talk or lots of wine-talk… or both. At these parties, I generally get someone’s small baby to hold for approximately 8 hours out of the night. Fortunately everyone knows me and knows that I am not the mother, so I don’t have to fend off the question, “Oh she is so cute… is she yours?”

Parties in my college days:
Party food = pizza, potato chips, anything else that can be delivered.
Party drinks = beer and hard alcohol.
Party attire = whatever exposed the right kind and amount of skin without being too modest. Bonus points for “accidental” underwear showing.
Party talk = How much one can drink before passing out, classes, sex, anything perverse that could possibly get a negative reaction out of someone or get you laid.
Don’t get me wrong, I am glad that my younger days are behind me and that they helped make me the wacky person that I am, but I never thought I would want to say, “A make-out tent? Jesus… that is disease central. Who has a make-out tent during the winter-time? Don’t you guys want long term monogamous relationships? If you do, you aren’t going to find them in a make-out tent.”

‘Nuff said.

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