Adulting all over the place

A while back, I saw a particularly clever Internet post.  It said,

I keep thinking, oh man, I'm so immature.  How am I allowed to be an adult?  Then I spend time with teenagers.  And it's like, wow, okay, yeah.  I am an adult.  I am so adult.  Look at me adulting all over the place.   

Cas and I were very aware that we were adulting this afternoon.  We started out with lunch at an Outback steakhouse.  I had a $25 gift card that a colleague had given me a few years ago, and it finally got used today.  The tab with the tip was the perfect amount.  We used the whole gift card and not a nickel more.  Hooray for free stuff!

After that, we decided to use one of the Groupons I had, and this time, we went to roller skate at a rink in Lewisville.  

That even came with a pair of free drinks from the concession stand at the rink.  To continue the throwback to an earlier time, we had root beers.  Right as we were finishing them, the DJ finally played a decent song.  Billie Jean by Michael Jackson.  That belonged with skate-wearing me and a root beer.  It just fit...  The DJ must have a knack for playing at least one song every so often for the older folks in the room.  It was like he felt sorry for all the moms, daycare workers and other adults.

We were not particularly great skaters, but we had a pretty good time.  At least we didn't fall...  There was a liability waiver page that everyone had to sign.  Adults had to sign it for the kids they had with them.  We signed it for ourselves.  There was a blank that asked our ages.  It was nearly entertaining to write down 40.  I think Cas probably snickered as he wrote down his information, as well.  The rest of that column was full of decidedly smaller numbers.  We're so grown up.  It probably helped us feel even more mature and adult-y that the skates had sparkly lights that flashed whenever the wheels spun.

When we wrapped that up, Cas had to head home.  He has to get all organized for a conference he's attending starting tomorrow morning, and he wants to hit the gym, though I am willing to guess that the skating was a pretty good leg workout.  It certainly reminded some of my dormant calf muscles what they were there for.

We may do our regular Thursday night Netflix date this evening.  We're going to play it by ear and see what he gets accomplished in the next few hours.