Since the husband is out on a work activity tonight, I had dinner alone.
I chose an old college standby that I picked up while grocery shopping yesterday
Yep. Ramen Noodles. All 18-cents worth of them. Nevermind that they're probably coated in asbestos and STDs before being fried and shipped off to the market with their sodium-filled friend, The Seasoning Packet.
(I know you're giving me side-eye for consuming these babies, but I also know you want to eat them, too. C'mon, they're downright delicious!)
Tonight's meal got me reminiscing about The College Years, and with good reason. I'll be celebrating mildly remembering my 10-year anniversary of graduating high school and heading off to Western Michigan University this summer.
So then, between bites of slimy, powder-covered noodles, I thought, "What would I have been doing on a typical night in college versus a typical night in the Adult World?"
Perhaps I would've been studying. Or writing a paper. Or reading something useful. Something to help get my graduation on so I could get a teaching job right away work in Corporate America and suffer in small, grey cubes while waiting for the right teaching opportunity to come along.
Perhaps I'd be getting out my shortest Abercrombie skirt and preparing for a 50 Cent Draft night at Wayside. Because nothing tastes better than a beer in a plastic glass that costs only $0.50.