it's 7:30 on a friday night. i am in my comfies, in bed, ready for an exciting hour of checking blogs, cruising facebook and maybe catching an episode on netflix before going to sleep. is this what young women dream of? perhaps not. but i am truly "living the dream" and i know it.
my husband drives a pedicab. he has for over two years now. this means he is on the streets of "bricktown" (the hot spot in okc) every friday and saturday night until the bars close. he is in the middle of all the action, the center of the nightlife, but he isn't participating. he sees things from the perspective of an observer. and what he has been a witness to over time is quite interesting.
every weekend it's the same. there hasn't been one exception. as the night begins the excitement is palpable. the girls are dressed to the nines. the guys are high with anticipation. there's bachelor parties. bachelorette groups. every one is laughing, smiling. there is an energy that is full of life and of hope for what will be. there's lot's of drinking, celebrating, dancing, flirting, and general appearance of fun.
and every weekend it's the same. there hasn't been one exception. the bars start to close and as the night wore on things have changed. the guys are disgruntled. disappointed. rough with each other, and with the girls. the ladies aren't looking so hot anymore as they stumble over curbs and have to rely on a friend to hold their hair as they vomit in the street. some are being harassed by men. some are left alone as their friends have abandoned them for hopes of something more. there are always people fighting, shouting, staggering, and always those that are crying.
every weekend it's the same. there hasn't been one exception. everyone goes home. the disappointment is palpable. everyone came looking for something. no one found it. not this weekend. not last weekend. and they have a sneaking suspicion they won't find it next weekend either.
i'm not out on the weekends. i'm not looking for anything. i've already found it. although it looks like a lot of fun to wear stylish clothes, do my hair and makeup, and "party"...i know that all those girls want and search for every friday and saturday night, i already have. with every "woo" they holler, i hear their pain and their longing. every weekend it's the same.
and so i say thanks. thanks be to God for the gift that is my life. "boring" weekends and all.