I thought your wife's name was Tina....Ruby curled up on my lap, made for a relaxing evening...
We stayed in last night, I can't remember the last Saturday night when we stayed home. However, I did enjoy the television. I watched the very last episode of Foyle's War as well as watching again, a rerun of The Full Monty, good grief, it's almost twenty years since it's release. Do you know, it was actually quite enjoyable to stay in. A chilli con carne dinner, a glass or three of fine French red, Ruby curled up on my lap, made for a relaxing evening.
Next Saturday we will be rocking at The London Tavern, friends from London are coming down to join us.
The same could be said for the sixties, seventies, and eighties.Are you sure you're not talking about the 80s?
The same could be said for the sixties, seventies, and eighties.
That was when it was still good. The no job dirty hippie say and do whatever you feel was when it all went bad.I know this isn't the '60s you are referring to, but I like the pre-flower power '60s style of "The Apartment," "The Manchurian Candidate" or "The Hustler." It had a kind of rat-pack, skinny tie, sack suit, dark sunglasses, dull colors cool to the clothes and vibe. The cotton in the men's almost-always white shirts - and almost always Oxford cloth button downs - wrinkled in a relaxed, natural way that makes today's iron-free shirts look fake and brittle.
That was when it was still good. The no job dirty hippie say and do whatever you feel was when it all went bad.
I have always enjoyed the cinematography of The Apartment; a nice flick.
As someone who can almost not remember the last time we went out on a Saturday night (a bit of an exaggeration, but we are home 19 out of 20 of them), I love being home on Saturday. Friday night is great, but you're still coming down from work and by Sunday night you're back in work's penumbra. But Saturday is just easy going - a few glasses of wine, a good book or movie, something to eat and you got the makings of a great evening.
I go to the gym really early some Sunday mornings and see the people detritus from the night before - hook-ups happening or not, walks of shame, people in "going out on a Saturday night" clothes waiting for a bus or trying to hail a taxi, guys stumbling out of bars telling each other something loud and incoherent.... Nothing wrong with that - they are young and should have stupid fun, I just wouldn't enjoy that at all anymore. Sometimes my girlfriend and I will happily crawl into bed at 9pm or around there on a Saturday night, laugh at how boring we are and fall asleep nice and early.
I thoroughly enjoyed my Saturday nights during my younger days, but you couldn't pay me to do it now! In fact, you know what my husband and I did last night? Got groceries! Ha! And actually, it was the perfect time to do it because the store was nice and quiet.
In my twenties, one of the few reasons I wouldn't be out on a Saturday night was I had gone out hard Thursday and Friday night and my body, even then, said enough. Now "hard" means an extra glass of wine or two - oh my!
In my twenties, one of the few reasons I wouldn't be out on a Saturday night was I had gone out hard Thursday and Friday night and my body, even then, said enough. Now "hard" means an extra glass of wine or two - oh my!
Right?!? In college, Wednesday nights were a thing, too, so I would usually go out then, then Friday and Saturday. Ergh. If I did that today, I'd have to be hospitalized for a month just to recover.
Oh dear, have I opened a can of worms? Going out on a Saturday isn't exactly sacrosanct anymore than getting dressed up in a tux is. Yet I do both. In our youth, my wife and I were competitive ballroom dancers. We were always out, whether competing, training, rehearsing, choreographing, teaching or just plain enjoying the dance. You might think that the reality show: Dancing with the Stars, we call it: Strictly Come Dancing, would be a favourite of ours. Not at all. On British TV it comes across as being all about the presenters, the professional partners and about one of the judges, who enjoys the notoriety of being Mr Nasty. Think I would rather go out dancing.As someone who can almost not remember the last time we went out on a Saturday night (a bit of an exaggeration, but we are home 19 out of 20 of them), I love being home on Saturday.