A typical Saturday night for me is waiting for my husband to come home from work, reheat dinner, watch TV, and go to bed, in that order. So imagine my surprise when my husband says he wants to go to a co-worker's house for a party after he gets home. Ugh. I haven't left the house at 11 pm on a Saturday night since I was single. But my husband begged, saying we never go out, and that we'd only stay a couple of hours (yeah, right, heard that one before). So I went. I put on a nice shirt and jeans, minimal makeup, ready to go out when all I wanted to do was stay home.
We get to the party and we quickly realize that we are at least 10 years older than everybody there...at least. Can you say awkward. The girls all look like Snooki from The Jersey Shore-big, black hair, heavy makeup, 5 inch heels, tight clothes, and bodies not made for tight clothes. The guys all looked like wanna be gangsters. For entertainment, beer pong in the garage and loud music. Ten years ago maybe this would have been my scene but now as a thirty-something married woman trying to have a kid this isn't the direction I want my life to go in.
I wonder if this is cool now-girls looking like Snooki, guys who look and act like they want to be in a gang, even if they're not. If this is what's popular, count me out. Don't get me wrong, everyone was nice, and I didn't have the worst time but I didn't have the best time either.
I think my party days are over. You know you're old when you can't party with the young kids anymore. They got me beat. They can keep their loud music and beer games. I rather be at home. If that makes me old, then it makes me old. But actually I think it makes me wiser. There's nothing like going to a late Saturday night party in someone's garage to make me realize I'm not missing out on anything and it's definitely time to settle down.
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