Me: Alright ya'll, I'm heading out. (insert smooch to both Mom and Dad.)

Dad: (in his i-know-i'm-way-TOO-overprotective-but-you're-my-baby-girl-voice) Really? On a week night?

Me: Yep, Daddy. On a week night, but it's Thursday. Thursday is like the new Friday.

Dad: (under his breath) ok, fine. just please be careful, and don't stay out too late.

Mom: Honey, do you remember the night we met?

Dad: Yeah.

Mom: It was on a Wednesday night in July somewhere between 11pm and last call.

Dad: (smiles.)

Me: So what you're telling me is that I can meet THE ONE in a bar, on a weeknight.

Mom: Yes. Now go before your Daddy changes his mind.



* FYI: I did NOT meet the one last night, but I did carpe the hell out of some diem.