Last weekend I was invited to go to a live music show on Saturday night by a few friends. I had decided I was going to vacate my usual indention on my couch and actually go out and pretend to be my age for once.
That day I went to Pirate Fest in Uptown Greenville and hung around with friends from college, who I haven’t seen in a few months. I went out to lunch and had a drink. I visited the animal shelter booth at the festival and almost stole a puppy. (I would have gotten away with it if my purse hadn’t barked.) Overall, it was a very eventful day for me.
I still had every intention of going to the live show that night, but that did not end up being the case. I went home and crashed. I was in bed by 9 p.m. and the show didn’t even start until 10 p.m. When it comes to being a 25-year-old, I am so deconditioned.
I am proud of the fact that I am an old soul, but when did my body catch up? I have always told myself that I stay home because I want to… not because my body just gives out when it has had enough.
What happened to my days of going to a club and dancing until 2 a.m.? Is all of that really behind me?
The last time I was in a club was to find Matt, so I could give him a ride home. And Matt is 30, so why does he still have party left in him and I am slumped in a corner like a toy whose batteries are dead.
It is unfortunate, because back then going to a club was expensive for me, ya know the girl living off of my college newspaper editor’s stipend and the sad wages of a part-time manager at the local sub shop.
Now when I actually have my big girl job and a consistent paycheck with three numbers in front of the decimal point, my body can’t even be bothered with allowing me to stay up late enough for a club to open.
I’m sure my tolerance for alcohol has also severely dropped since my party days, making my visits downtown even cheaper.
I am not a partier. I never really have been, but just knowing it was an option was always nice.
I guess it is time for me to make the effort to go out more and remind myself that just because I’m best friends with my grandma doesn’t mean we have to go to bed at the same time.
WHAT I AM DRINKING: Anderson Valley Briney Melon Gose