Coffee Table Declarations
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
And if I wasn't already feeling old... I've gone out the past three Saturday nights in a row. This is not typical for me by any means. This past Saturday I was invited out for the birthday celebration of a coworker turning 23. The fact that she invited me made me feel good because she must not think of me as an old lady. The plan was to meet her at a club where it just so happens that the average age of patrons is 21 - 24. I hadn't realized that.
I gathered my roommate who gathered some friends and we got ready which is half the fun of going out. I wore my boots and straightened my hair and I felt good. I certainly didn't look like an old lady. My roommate and I bought some malt beverages before departing for the evening, and she crazily poured them into empty soda bottles for us to drink before going into the club (once we parked the car, don't worry). That's some serious planning going into the drinking and certainly not something I'm used to. But I went along with her youthful enthusiasm and we arrived to meet several of her friends at the club. It was already 10:00 but much to my surprise, the place was empty.
We grabbed a corner booth and I quickly realized that the average age of my companions was 23. Not a single one was over 25. They ordered giant drinks with bunches of straws that were seriously all alcohol. I stuck with my tame malt beverage because after all, I was driving. Reminiscing on the days when I would go out every Friday night with a hoard of coworkers and drink ourselves silly, I suggested some drinking games. I remembered playing the celebrity name game, the alphabet game, or "I never" and always having a blast. We started playing "I never" and I realized it really wasn't all that fun.
As the night wore on the club became more and more crowded. At one point I found myself chatting with a young guy at the table who was the boyfriend of a very recent college grad. He said how tired he was and how he was getting old. I agreed saying that part of me wished I was curled up in bed watching Saturday Night Live at that very moment. He looked at me like I had three heads and said, "I didn't mean I was getting that old."
I gathered my roommate who gathered some friends and we got ready which is half the fun of going out. I wore my boots and straightened my hair and I felt good. I certainly didn't look like an old lady. My roommate and I bought some malt beverages before departing for the evening, and she crazily poured them into empty soda bottles for us to drink before going into the club (once we parked the car, don't worry). That's some serious planning going into the drinking and certainly not something I'm used to. But I went along with her youthful enthusiasm and we arrived to meet several of her friends at the club. It was already 10:00 but much to my surprise, the place was empty.
We grabbed a corner booth and I quickly realized that the average age of my companions was 23. Not a single one was over 25. They ordered giant drinks with bunches of straws that were seriously all alcohol. I stuck with my tame malt beverage because after all, I was driving. Reminiscing on the days when I would go out every Friday night with a hoard of coworkers and drink ourselves silly, I suggested some drinking games. I remembered playing the celebrity name game, the alphabet game, or "I never" and always having a blast. We started playing "I never" and I realized it really wasn't all that fun.
As the night wore on the club became more and more crowded. At one point I found myself chatting with a young guy at the table who was the boyfriend of a very recent college grad. He said how tired he was and how he was getting old. I agreed saying that part of me wished I was curled up in bed watching Saturday Night Live at that very moment. He looked at me like I had three heads and said, "I didn't mean I was getting that old."
