It's Hard to Stay Out Past 10

It's not often I get out on a weekend night to have some good old-fashioned "girls night fun", so when the opportunity presented itself last night, I was more than ready to paint the town red. I got out of my sweats, threw on jeans, earrings and cute shoes. I was ready to sport the new haircut I'd received just hours before. I even applied two coats of mascara. However, two cucumber mojitos and one fantastic grilled portobello sandwich dinner later, I was rapidly losing my momentum as visions of my lonely warm and cozy bed danced through my head. My eyelids were getting heavy, my body in all of its satiated bliss was moving slowly, and my  toes were freezing. I was even battling the beginning signs of a scratchy sore throat. After walking aimlessly for a few minutes desperately trying to find the inner strength to sustain my "party" mode, I came up with what I thought was the perfect business proposition and began thinking outloud:

You know what would be awesome? Some sort of lounge/pub/restaurant, where the required dress code would be pajamas. Instead of high heels, everyone would be in cozy socks. It would be a comforting room with large soft couches. It would be completely appropriate to lie down, or talk with friends, or read a great book off in the corner. There would be candles lit everywhere, soft low lighting, multiple fireplaces with roaring warm fires crackling, classical music playing, down blankets available to all customers, and hot chocolate with marshmallows would be the drink special of the evening. I would TOTALLY go there right now.

To which my footloose and fancy-free sister, 7 years younger than I, rolled her eyes and responded, "Nicole, that place is called home."

Party on.