An imaginary conversation about not going out so much

This time, I am really serious. I am going to spend two consecutive nights at home, except for going to the gym.

You’re going to the gym again?

Shut up. I haven’t gone yet, but I signed up yesterday. I was supposed to go tonight but then I went out instead.

What was that about staying home for a few days to recharge?

I stayed home one day. I meant to stay home again, but I was lured out.

Lured? How much arm twisting was there?

Not any to speak of, really. 

What did you do?

Happy hour.

Just happy hour?

And stuff.

Stuff?

Stuff.

Again?

I can’t help it.

You’re going to get arrested!

We didn’t do anything that would get us arreste–well–OK, there were a few things that would probably result in fines and court appearances. I don’t think we’d get taken in though.

You are too old for these shenanigans.

Am not.

Are too.

How old is too old?

17. 

17? No way. 

Yes way. 

Grown ups need to make out as much as teenagers do. 

Teenagers don’t have anywhere else to go. You do. 

But cars are so….

Don’t say it!

Sentimental? What’s wrong with sentimental?

Oh. 

What did you think I was going to say?

Never mind. 

You have such a dirty mind!

Me? Pot, kettle, black much?

My mind isn’t dirty, my actions are. 

Stop it. 

You started it. 

Did not. 

Did so. 

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