It was my friend's 30th birthday last night (spring chicken!) and it really got me thinking about how different you become as you get older. For example, we went to a nightclub for drinks and to listen to a celtic band. All of us 30+ year olds got there early so that we could find a table. Because when you're over 30, who wants to stand in a cramped bar all night?
As the night drew on, I couldn't help but notice a huge serpentine line-up winding around the building. The wait to get in to the bar was at least 45 minutes. I'm pretty sure that all of the people in line were in their early 20s. After all, no one in their 30s (or even mid-to-late 20s for that matter) would ever wait in line to get into a nightclub unless, of course, they were total losers. When you are a 30 something you just shrug your shoulders and say, "oh well, let's go somewhere else." Another way I could tell that the people in line were much younger than me was by their choice of clothing. Many of the females were scantily clad (I've seen a handkerchief provide more coverage!) despite the frigid temperature. We live in Canada for crying out loud! In the very unlikely event that a 30+ year old did decide to wait in a long bar line-up they would at least be smart enough to wear a jacket.
When the bar closed at 2 a.m., I would hazard to guess that there were very few people in their 30s left in the establishment. Why? Because people in their 30s go home when they are tired (unless, of course, they are hanging out with a younger crowd and trying to keep up)! I got home at midnight which is pretty good for a 34-year old don't you think?
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Last night when the little guy asked where I had gone, hubby said, "Mommy went to a nightclub with SB."
"Oh," he said. "Why did SB want to go with mommy to her book club?"
My lack of a lively social life really shows through sometimes, doesn't it?
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Today, the little guy and I both learned something the hard way while on a wilderness hike.
He learned that there is a good reason why we tell him to not get to close to the edge of a stream. And I learned that I should never leave his change of clothes in the car.
Photos to follow..
1 comment:
That's funny about heading out to the nightclub! I'm 37 and dragged my 49 yr old Hubby to one a month or two ago! To see my cousin's GOTHROCK band down in Gastown. We were so definately NOT the normal crowd, it was hilarious. We sat with my aunt/uncle. Soooo outta touch with the clubbing youth, but it was still a fun night.
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