Back in the day, going out was planned and it was usually to some club. You knew by Tuesday you were going to take a cab, exactly where you were going, and leaving before last call was not really an option. It didn’t matter if you started work at 8 am the next morning and the fact that (I speak as a woman obviously) needed 3 hours to get ready, to be freshly showered, hair all done up, outfit thoroughly thought out and makeup meticulously done. It was all part of the fun of going out and the excuse “I don’t feel like going” was never an option.
Nowadays, “Clubbing” is at the bottom of the “what to do on a Saturday night” list to be frank. The thought of spending more than even 30 minutes getting ready is exhausting. I will settle for anywhere with a good drinks and honestly… the accessibility to food is necessary. Ideally, you just want anywhere there’s good music, a place for everyone to sit that you can have good conversation and lighting where you can actually see one another without a flash. As an adult, sometimes the best options are at someone’s house with a bottle of wine, some type of dip and tv radio playing in the background while you play board/card games (and it’s usually the cheapest option as well… win-win!)
I went out to a club for a friend’s birthday last weekend, and honestly at first, my husband and I had no idea what to do with ourselves. We have become so used to not going out that we didn’t even know how to act, which is bizarre considering how we met (if you don’t know that story, refer yourself to my post: Kids, this is the story of How I Met Your Father). After a couple of drinks, and some tunes that took us back, we felt as though we never got out of the swing of things; dancing, laughing and drinking with friends wasn’t so daunting after all (minus all the sweaty people bumping into you trying to get by all the time). Honestly, it was so nice to leave our little nest and act like the kids we were when we first met.
So, in conclusion, to clubbing/going out now I say: Thank you for reminding me how to let loose from time to time… see you again in a couple months.
xoxo,
beingbrittney.
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