Am I getting old and past it?? On Xmas day, my friends were all out dancing when i got back to my flat and I got the call to go out and meet them - I said I would and got dressed to head out but changed my mind and got into my pyjamas and watched some Mommie Dearest - the same thing happened last night. Donna Summer was playing Last Dance, I was dressed and ready to go by 1am but changed again into my pyjamas and went to bed with Hart to Hart this time rather than Mommie Dearest.
Hardly the wildest Saturday night ever I hear you say. Then today, I got up and dusted and cleaned and hoovered and poured bleach around like my life depended on it. What on earth is going on?? Have I turned into Bree Van De Kamp or worse, Joan Crawford or even worse - my mother?! I do get a buzz out of cleaning - nothing beats the smell of Cif spray in my bathroom with a nasal hair burning dose of thick bleach - and everything gets so clean. Could it be that because I'm a dirty bitch with the boys that I like to make my surroundings clean?
But then I think I might just be getting on a bit - I like starting my nights with some drinks and then head out although I'd love to do a wee bar crawl more often before going to a club - then when I get to the club I tend to be the first to go home. I read somewhere that it's best to leave the party before it finishes and I've lived by this motto since I turned 18 and arrived late and left early at my own 18th birthday party - not because it was crap - far from it, but I thought it fabulous to leave my own party and go out dancing elsewhere. The other week when I was out, I was talking to a guy who was almost 40 and he said he liked going out but really wanted to go to the fish and chip shop and have a nice fish supper before heading home. I remember thing that if that was the highlight of my night, my friends would have permission to shoot me there and then - besides I hate fish.
Stewart my mate is being anti social aswell - he wants to stay off the scene and is bored either by myself and our friends or of going out drinking and dancing every weekend - I'm not quite at that stage but I wonder if my clubbing clock is ticking - when you look around a club and its filled with people who are young boys on the block and then people in their early twenties and then people like myself hitting 30.... I've been round the block a fair few times and hope I keep on going round a bit more - there's plenty more for me to do so I'm going to make an effort that when it is a Saturday night, to go out and kick up my heels and wrap my legs round a hot man and my lips round a vodka!
Sunday, January 21, 2007
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You're not even 30?!? Whaaaat?? Girlfriend, you haven't fully lived yet! Don't worry, I'm closer to 40 and I still love a night out on the tiles. With my hubbie, but we still have a great time. Mind you, I do think you do start to slow down when you meet a partner and obviously you don't need to be "on the market" any more. And I know what you mean about the gay scene, it's very youth-oriented and body-facist ... where are you meant to go when you get old?
I think I was in hyper-speed mode when I was in my early 20's and totally burned out on going clubbing. I haven't enjoyed it since I was about 28. I try, but I get bored, my head hurts and I just end up hanging out with friends who want to smoke outside.
So, I feel your pain.
I like to go to a pub and just hang out. Or hang out at a friend's place or ours. ...Or under a blanket with B watching bad movies. ..or doing other things.
It's all good!
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