The End of the World as We Know It
So tonight I did something that I never do.
I went out to a club by myself.
Now, mind you, I am a grown up, and a single woman, and I've taken myself many, many places alone - restaurants, movies, concerts, foreign countries, etc. But I have never felt comfortable going to a bar or a nightclub alone. Mostly, I think it's because I don't think of these as places to go to meet people, but rather to have fun with people I already know. And I have a little voice, so trying to talk to anyone over loud music is a bit of an ordeal. Tonight, however, I needed to do something. I've been working from home all week, and it's been a stressful installation, and I just needed to get OUT. I tried to convince a few friends to come with, but it's hard to talk people into the Thursday night outing, which is understandable. But it's 80s night at Masquerade, and I've been wanting to go for ages. So I just went.
And it was ok. Not an OMGFANTASTIC night, but then I wasn't really expecting it to be. There's every possibility that I was the oldest person on the dance floor, which honestly bothers me more than it should. I like being 30, and generally don't feel like I'm over the hill - but on a dance floor alone with 30 other 19-year-olds (okay, they were probably 21), I felt a little ancient. But fuck 'em, I kept up. And an hour and half of dancing is a hell of a lot more fun than 45 minutes on the treadmill when it comes to doing cardio for the day. So maybe I'll go again now that I'm home a little bit more.
ps icon choice is for the 80s love, not any actual crying. Whee, people dancing to the Smiths, yay!
I went out to a club by myself.
Now, mind you, I am a grown up, and a single woman, and I've taken myself many, many places alone - restaurants, movies, concerts, foreign countries, etc. But I have never felt comfortable going to a bar or a nightclub alone. Mostly, I think it's because I don't think of these as places to go to meet people, but rather to have fun with people I already know. And I have a little voice, so trying to talk to anyone over loud music is a bit of an ordeal. Tonight, however, I needed to do something. I've been working from home all week, and it's been a stressful installation, and I just needed to get OUT. I tried to convince a few friends to come with, but it's hard to talk people into the Thursday night outing, which is understandable. But it's 80s night at Masquerade, and I've been wanting to go for ages. So I just went.
And it was ok. Not an OMGFANTASTIC night, but then I wasn't really expecting it to be. There's every possibility that I was the oldest person on the dance floor, which honestly bothers me more than it should. I like being 30, and generally don't feel like I'm over the hill - but on a dance floor alone with 30 other 19-year-olds (okay, they were probably 21), I felt a little ancient. But fuck 'em, I kept up. And an hour and half of dancing is a hell of a lot more fun than 45 minutes on the treadmill when it comes to doing cardio for the day. So maybe I'll go again now that I'm home a little bit more.
ps icon choice is for the 80s love, not any actual crying. Whee, people dancing to the Smiths, yay!