Hey there, fabulous friend!
I just wanted to drop you a quick note to say how pumped I am about our dinner tonight! Seriously, I can’t wait to reconnect. It feels like ages since we’ve had some good face time.
And how exciting is it to break free from the weeknight grind? Who actually ventures into the city on a Tuesday? Well, we do! So cool. This restaurant is supposed to be top-notch — I’m thrilled we managed to snag a reservation.
So here’s the scoop: I just wrapped up dinner with the kids and got them all cleaned up. Now I’m about to hop in the shower, but I thought I’d take a moment to write you.
Oh, and guess what? I have a fun little story about how I got the idea to text you. I was sitting in the carpool line at school, listening to some ’90s jams on the radio. Hootie was playing, and then bam! That Spice Girls classic came on that we used to blast in college while getting ready for a night out! You know the one: “I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want…” It took me right back to those carefree days.
Then, out of nowhere, La Bouche’s “Be My Lover” started playing. Suddenly, I was hit with a wave of nostalgia, picturing us dancing on tables and having a blast. I thought, “I’m not old! I can totally still party!” So I texted you, and you were all in! Even if it just turned into dinner, I’m still stoked. We’re hitting the city on a Tuesday after all!
But hey, I know you’ve got a lot on your plate, and I don’t want you to feel pressured by my wild urge to relive our youth. So, if you need to cancel, I promise I won’t be mad. In fact, I might even be a little relieved.
Please cancel. Seriously, please cancel.
It’s not that I don’t want to see you—I really do! But here’s the thing: it’s dark outside, and honestly, I’ve been ready for pajamas since 5 PM. The thought of putting on nice clothes makes me want to crawl back into bed. My body is like, “Jackie, what are you doing?” Plus, my husband just got home, changed into sweats, and plopped down with takeout. I can’t help but feel envious of his cozy vibe.
Oh look, you just texted me! Please say it’s a cancellation. “You still good for tonight? Can’t wait to see you!” Ugh, why can’t she just be the one to back out? Now I’m scrambling to respond.
“I’m good if you are. Let me know.” I didn’t even put an exclamation point. I’m trying to sound indifferent. Maybe she’ll take the hint and suggest another night.
“I’m good. See you soon!” Great. Now I’m locked in. I feel like Cameron from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, stuck in a car freak-out moment. Who wants to drag themselves into the city on a Tuesday in chilly weather?
I know that texting you was my way of saying I care, but we don’t actually have to follow through with it, right? Why did I even suggest this in the first place?
So, I just wanted to say how excited I am to see you! But next time we feel like reliving our glory days, how about we stick to lunch?
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Summary
This playful letter captures the internal dialogue of a mom who’s excited yet hesitant about a night out with a friend. The writer expresses nostalgia over past fun times while also feeling the pull of comfort at home. Ultimately, she reassures her friend that it’s totally fine to cancel—because sometimes, staying in is just as appealing as a night out.