Wild and Crazy

Huzzah! What a wild life!

What a wild life!

There was a time in our lives when Paul and I were pretty wild and crazy.

I remember when we were in our early 20’s, newly married, and living just outside of Boston.  Weekend nights started at 10 pm, included visits to a couple of clubs to hear local punk bands and ended at dawn.  Sometimes we were on the “guest list” and got to drink and dance for free at Boston’s finest grunge bars.

Ah, those were the days.

I remember when we were in grad school, in the early 80’s, and we’d drive to the beach at the drop of a hat, or pack 5 people into a Chevette and drive from New Jersey to Florida for spring break.  We drove all night, under the light of a full moon, and sang out loud to every song on the radio.

Then life changed. Kids came on the scene, and our idea of “wild and crazy” was going out for ice cream on a week night.  The peepers came out, we hopped in the car, and everyone got a cone.  Woohooo!!!

Now that the kids have all grown up and moved away, it is suddenly clear to me that we never, ever, ever do anything that could even remotely be considered “wild” or “crazy”.  We have our routines, we stay close to home, we are in bed early.

We are, in a word, that awful, boring old couple that you always swore to yourself you would never become.

We are Ward and June Cleaver.

Oh my God.

Next week is April school vacation.  We don’t have plans to fly to Barbados.  We are not taking a cruise.  We didn’t make ourselves a reservation at a B&B on the Vineyard.

Nope. Not us.

I have a physical scheduled, and the dog needs to go to the vet. One day will be taken up with installing our new pellet stove, and I plan to clean some closets.


So the other day, I came to a drastic conclusion.  I find myself standing on the brink of the abyss.  If I take one more step, I will fall into the pit of inescapable boring monotony.  The time to act is now!

I MUST reclaim my risk taking, living-on-the-edge, grab-life-by-the-balls old self!  I MUST find a way to reignite my inner wild woman.

I will get out there and live big and bold!  I will!

So next Monday, no matter what, I am going to set my alarm for 3:30 AM, shake my hubby awake, grab a coffee to go, and drive to Lexington Mass, where we will watch a reenactment of the Battle of Lexington Green.

It doesn’t get much wilder than that!

Not at our age.

19 thoughts on “Wild and Crazy

  1. As someone who has both jumped out of airplanes, and carried my wife’s bags while shopping, I think it comes to this: It’s not the level of mayhem you’re spending your time on, but whether you’re enjoying the time or not.
    (Doesn’t mean I’m still not going to concerts on weeknights tho…)


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