One drink later and I am still a Grandma...

So just 30 minutes ago I was in a (fairly hidden) bar in Melbourne discussing about how me and so many of my friends really are grandmas deep down inside.

It started off with us 4 girlfriends watching Sex and the City 2 (yes, I know a bit try hard right? 4 girls watching SATC2...) But it just so happened that it worked out that way. Then after the movie, one friend had to leave coz she was dead tired (she'd had her final exam this afternoon, so I can't blame her). So we called another friend to join us for a few drinks - turned us down because it was wet and cold out. Right. Who was she kidding? Grandma Rule #1 - don't use the same excuses your fellow grandma friends would use to wiggle out of similar situations i.e. don't give me the same damn excuse I would use on someone else I was too grandma to go out with! But that was alright because being grandmas ourselves, we understood where this friend of ours was coming from. So we opted not to pressure her into joining us because that would be just plain mean.

Walked to this well hidden and quite quiet wine bar and proceeded to get ourselves a drink each. Turns out that my apple cider, innocent as it sounds, was 2.9 standard drinks! Holy crap... How deceiving was that? Needless to say, I was as tipsy as the needle on a compass by the time I was halfway through that bottle of cider. (And the only reason why I could come up with that analogy of the compass needle is because I am still about as tipsy as said compass needle right now). And the only reason why I would be is because I've been staying at home all these weekends and my alcohol tolerance is right at ZERO. Hah. GRANDMA.

So alright, we were discussing the 'grandma' phenomenon that has seemed to have taken over the vast majority of my friends who are still uni students in Melbourne. Turns out that quite a lot of us make excuses to stay at home on a Friday night to watch all those classic rom coms that they show on Channel 7 rather than having to dress up to go for a night out in the city. Being the self-confessed grandma that I am, I must say that I totally have been there and done that :p And I would do it again and again and again. And really, how many people have done that exact same thing? Which brings me back to the question of just how many of us truly are grandmas deep down inside?

Is it really so bad to just want to stay home after a whole day out, and lie on your couch and munch on random deep fried crap and watch some brainless television? Haven't we done enough to deserve it? Do we really feel so insecure that we need to force ourselves to go out for a night of hard partaying just to remind ourselves that we still have what it takes to be 'happening' when all we really want to do is snuggle up in bed and sleep? I'm quite proud to say that my friends and I came to a wonderful compromise of choosing to relax at a bar (only half grandma!) and just chat and catch up rather than choosing to be either extremely try hard and to go clubbing at a super packed club or be extremely grandma and just stay home.

At this point, I'm not so sure where this post is headed. But I figured, it's high time I voiced out my opinion of something that I do actually feel needs to be put out there, before I forget. So I will stop here now. Hopefully in another 30 minutes I will be alright too cook up a Maggi mee goreng and just laze in my 'reading corner' Grandma style :)

C'mon, grandma or not, you have to admit that doing just that is one of the best feelings in the world?!