As we’ve established, I’m a grandma. So as you can imagine, my Friday nights are CRAAAAAZY!
Just kidding. I never do anything, like, ever.
Last Friday night seemed to be a bit more boring than usual, so I decided to document it for you.
It all started with a lovely binge of the new Netflix original, The Crown. One of my good friends introduced me to the series knowing that I’m a Brit obsessed history loser. Basically, the show was made for me.
So, I watched probably five or six episodes before randomly falling asleep. I have no idea what time I fell asleep, but I woke up at like 10:30 PM thinking that I’d slept through all of Saturday and freaked the fuck out (to put it lightly).
So I managed to get a hold on my life and let my inner grandma out. I grabbed some knitting needles and finally started working with the alpaca yarn my aunt got me for Christmas. I legitimately asked for fancy yarn for Christmas. I think I’ve reached maximum level of grandma.
I tuned back into The Crown (at this point obsessed with it) and knit to my heart’s content. It was a truly magical time.
I was mid stitch when I remembered I had a bearclaw sitting on top of my fridge. As any normal human, I leapt towards the fridge and acquired the bearclaw. Very proud of myself for not dropping the bearclaw in my efforts to jump back into bed.
(this is what I looked like trying to get the bearclaw)
After the lovely bearclaw experience, I headed for Buzzfeed, mainly because I have the attention span of a goldfish, and because every episode of The Crown is at least 55 minutes.
I took probably 15 quizzes. I now know that if I were a donut, I’d be a vanilla donut with rainbow sprinkles, that I should be living in prague, I’m a corgi, and that I should be dating a short, Spanish guy (apologies to my very tall, white boyfriend).
There was also one random part of the evening (pre Buzzfeed, post bearclaw retrieving) where I just started crying?? I have no idea why? I’m not on my period or near it or anything. I have literally nothing to be sad about, except for the fact that the bees are dying, but it’s fine, everything’s fine, I’m fine.
I once again recollected myself and put on my mom PJs. I proceeded to text my mom. She was out with her friends, being cool, having a much better social life than I do, but whatever it’s fine, everything’s fine, I’m fine.
Around midnight, I decided it would be a good idea to paint my nails, but I fell asleep after only painting three nails, so now I’m just hanging out with three red nails.
Basically, my night was boring as hell. I promise I’m not always this lame. I got two donuts at the donut place with some gal pals this morning, TWO WHOLE DONUTS! I’m crazy.
Friday nights with Rae… best time you’ll ever have.