It’s Friday Night Live

"Hey, are we going out, or what?"

“Hey, are we going out, or what?”

It was 9:30 p.m. on a Friday night, and I put on my pajamas.

“Really?” my wife said, looking at me up and down. “It’s Friday night, and you’re getting ready for bed. At this hour! I mean, what are we, old or something?”

“Ah, we’re not going out, are we?” I asked.

“No, but that’s not the point. What if somebody came to the door?” she said.

“Who?”

“I don’t know. A friend. What if a friend popped round for a drink and knocked on the door?”

She had a point, rather far-fetched, but it made sense. So I put my jeans and T-shirt back on, and so while our three pre-teen kids slept after a week at school, we watched a movie in our bed before putting on our pajamas and falling asleep ourselves.

It was our Friday night bash as hip parents, or maybe not too hip.

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