We made plans to meet friends at a new restaurant last Friday night. My husband and I arrived early, got a window table, and ordered our gin martinis.
As we watched the steady flow of downtown St. Petersburg sidewalk and street traffic, I had one of those “damn, I’m getting old” moments.
It dawned on me that in the early days, we made our Friday and Saturday dinner reservations at either 8 or 8:30pm. When we were in New York or Atlanta or New Orleans or Las Vegas, 9:00 was even better.
We worked or played until late afternoon, had a couple of cocktails and watched the news. Then, it was time to get dressed to go out on the town. We knew that we wouldn’t get back until at least 11:30 – maybe even later if there was a jazz club or other music venue to check out.
Back to last Friday night. As we sipped our martinis, we watched downtown office workers heading to their cars and 20-something’s running and biking.
Why? Because our dinner reservations – made collaboratively with our over- 60 friends — were at 6:30pm! We would be home by 9:30 and in bed by 10:00. To sleep.
I remember times- it doesn’t seem that long ago- when “older friends” would want to meet earlier than 8:00pm. We would roll our eyes and chuckle together: Why so early?
Well, now it’s us. It happened gradually, but it happened. We became the 6:30pm reservation crowd. Restaurants love us since they know we’ll be out of their way before the “real” crowds arrive.
As we waited for our friends, we talked about what we should do when planning dinner with younger people, including the kids (in their 40’s) and grand kids (in their teens). We decided that we should suggest 8:00pm. We would seem “cool”, wouldn’t we? Maybe we could nap instead of watching the news to gear up for such a late dinner?
Unfortunately, it might get even worse. Could this be the next step?
4:30pm dinner reservations, anyone?