Out. Friends. Later.

Parents of teenagers used to worry that they don't know what their kids are up to. Where are you going? With whom? When will you return? Out. Friends. Later. Bye. 

I suppose those days are in the past, now. Just GPS track their phones or follow their Instagram information. Kids can't wait to tell the world what they ordered at Starbucks and how embarrassing it was when they burped in front of bae or whatever. 

In spite of my advanced age, I occasionally fall victim to this level of real time life-broadcasting. I went out with friends Tuesday night. It's obvious, because I was tagged in a post on Facebook. It's not a big deal, but I'm not all about posting my exact location while I should be living in that moment. Old school, I guess. 

It was Laura's birthday. 

Good times. 

Last night, Cas and I went out with Chad, Becky, Zoey, Cas Sr. and Anne. It was a good dinner, and it was nice to see the dad and stepmom while they were in town. As a bonus, none of us managed to post it somewhere and tag a photo. 

Tonight is baccalaureate for Cas' school. He's probably standing up and clapping right now, so no date night. And none next week on Thursday, either. I have the senior award ceremony that night. The Thursday after that, I'm pretty sure Cas is done with school, and I have a few finals to give. Maybe that will be our last date night before the summer break. 

That's it for tonight, though. I'm out. I'm metaphorically out, not literally out. I'm certainly not with friends, but I'll still be here later. Bye...