regression

Last night, I hung out with N., my friend from college with whom I recently reconnected. We went to her friend's house party where we feasted on Toll House cookies and pizza. After this, we headed to the local ladies bar where we played Ms. PacMan while listening to "Total Eclipse of the Heart." This was great fun. At one point, N. and I looked up from the table top video game and realized we'd both practically re-lived the events of our fifth/sixth grade birthday parties: pizza, cookies, Ms. PacMan, 80's music, etc. Except now we have mortgages and inebriated ex-girlfriends lurking around every corner. Regressive? Yes. But, good, clean fun.