For the first time in what felt like ages, I went with the lady and her friends to the W Hotel on Saturday night. I don’t exactly know when it happened, but I think I’ve finally gotten too old for this. LOL!
A few observations that made a brutha feel this way:
* My suddenly sensitive ears started to hurt from the volume of the music
* Everyone looked like kids to me (except this one old lookin’ dude that made me feel good/young. Ha!)
* I found myself complaining about the overpriced beers and thinking how much cheaper it would be to buy it on sale at Costco
* By midnight, I was tired and wanted to go home
It didn’t help that I didn’t know I was going clubbin’ that night, and wasn’t mentally prepared for it. I even had to borrow hand-me-down clothes from my friend (thanks Kelv!), which didn’t help with my “game”, if I were to attempt to have any.
OK, so it wasn’t all that bad, and I’m pretty sure I can still pull off this “clubbin'” thang if I tried or really wanted to, but I guess these days, I’ve got higher priorities in life. Saving money, thinking about the future, you know, the important stuffs.
I remember the days when Thursday nights meant Oceans with the boys. Now, Thursday nights usually means a home cooked meal with the girl… and you know what? I’m perfectly content with that.
Talk to me!
* Do you or someone you know (in your/their 30s) still go clubbin’?
* Where do you like to go?
* What is your drink of choice at the club?
* How do you now spend your (former) clubbin’ nights?