I'm long past the age (well, maybe not long past, just past) when a Friday night meant staying out late and doing lots of things at lots of places. Partly it's because working five days a week is a lot of effort and I'm tired on Friday nights.

Partly it's because I have three kids and that contributes to being worn down on Friday nights.

And mostly it's because the combination of those two things means bedtime creeps earlier and earlier on Friday nights during the school year.

Except for last week.

I've always kind of been in awe of my brother's social life. He can be in one part of the city at 8 o'clock and then be tweeting or otherwise social media-ing about being in another part an hour later and so on and so forth.

Meanwhile, the first part of his night would have required me to stay up past my bedtime.

What I'm trying to tell you is that it's unusual I'm out doing one thing on a Friday night...and it's even more rare to find me in two different places on any given night.

But the reality is, if I'm willing to stay awake, it's not too hard to be in two places within an hour or two of one another.

That's what happened last Friday. There was a school sporting event in Cambridge that I was thinking about going to, and my parents were also in town. I toyed with the idea of just doing dinner with my parents and then going home, but figured that when dinner was over I'd still be able to head into town and make the second half of the sports gathering.

So that's what I did.

Driving to Cambridge the thought occurred to me that things were moving along so quickly that I could probably hang out a little bit after the sporting event and make it three things in one night.

But I didn't. Come on - I'm not in college anymore.

And don't expect the same thing this week.

I don't know if I've fully recovered from last Friday.