The I gotta fit it all in effect

When I am dead and gone I expect my headstone to read: Always in bed by 10:30. 

Actually I expect to read many things: Devoted mom who was eventually wallered to death by her children, here she rests eternally in her happy pants. 

Just a couple options. 

I am many things, but one thing I certainly am not is a night owl. Anywhere from 10:00-10:30 you will find me watching my DVR'd episode of The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon, in happy pants, and gleefully anticipating sleep. 

But what is it then when I come up to Indiana I'm suddenly all like, I GOTTA STAY UP TILL MIDNIGHT? It's either the summertime effect, or the, I gotta fit it all in effect. 

I think I'm going with option #2.

I'm super fortunate to have people who want to spend time with me and do school girl things like try on hats and glasses.

And I'm fortunate that I get invitations to concerts like Lionel Richie, even if it means I stay out like super late, you know like 11:00.

But hey CeeLo Green? Kinda creepy.

In my sleepy stupor I must have started to lose my mind.

Check her out gleefully clapping with her bag in her lap.

God love her, she's old.

Perfect group to stay out late with.

Another great group to stay out late with?

Jo, Jaclyn, Christopher, Andrew and Allie.

Hey, we were out till 11:30!

And it was so worth it. 

I miss all of these people and these treats of staying out "late" mean a lot to me. Maybe because I know I just can't have one anytime I want.

Our time here is quickly coming to an end and I will be sad, but I will also be ready to get home to Paul, and my bed by 10:30.