The New Nightlife
My daughter is the best excuse ever for getting out of going out to the bar. God, I love her.
I remember the feeling of being married and childless in San Francisco on Friday and Saturday nights, waiting with dread for my cell phone to ring to find out what bar my single friends were going to, wishing I didn
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Dutch, you completely realize for all of us thde truth that most of us lack the eloquence to iterate. Rockin’, man. Totally loving sweetjuniper as well. That Wal-Mart shit had me rolling.
I don’t know what I would do if I wasn’t considered hip!!??!! Good post.
Cheers!
Yes you are hip enough. Stop it.
“somewhat popular” ?? —->
Who wrote that? Dutch, was that you, in the throes of self-deprecation? tsk, tsk.
I’m hoping you represent the new wave of parenthood. It’s about time a generation actually LIKED their children. Go, you.
When Danny (Dad Gone Mad) announced last weekend that he was writing for Babble with “other great bloggers”, I came over here expecting to find YOU also (I was thinking “where the fuck is Dutch?”). Glad this site saw fit to hire the best. Your writing, as usual, does not disappoint.
Kids are cheaper than nightlife. And much more rewarding.
Just saying hello for now. I’ll be back.
Love everything that you just wrote!!!
Dude, I’ve been waiting my whole life to be old enough to not have to go out at night. If I’d realized that a baby was the magic ticket to pajamas and reruns, I would have had one, like, 10 years ago.
Word.
My indie rock band’s name would be “I Formed This Band to Spite You, And Not to Get Famous”
I’m so glad I don’t wake up with hangovers anymore.
I dunno. I do really miss going to shows.
Dutch,
Have been a loyal reader of SJ and have been a longtime fan of anything Nerve since…forever. Anyway, congrats on the cool new gig. As a prospective parent (via adoption), I’m looking for all of the realistic advice available.
cheers!
I didn’t say it was good. I said it was fucking awesome.
You are SO right about indie rock band setup–all that standing and waiting, gah! You just gotta love those little excuses….but dude, the Ghost Whisperer? Using Juniper to excuse away watching a heavily mascara’d J. Lo. Hew is just plain WRONG:).
The other day I confessed to a single friend that I spent Sat. night playing peek-a-boo with my infant daughter, and said it was the best…night…..ever. In return, I got an empty stare as her cerebellum attempted to process what I had said. She’s still in shock and tells me that she has trouble imagining me as a mom. What part of my swollen 9 months did she not see??
Dude, as always, I love your take on parenthood.
In your honor, I am totally going to name my new indie rock band either “Take-Out Sushi” or “The Ghost Whisperers.”