Since
I am going into my 40s (big 4 is just around the corner), I’m a bit conscious
of the places I go to as far as Saturday night out is concerned. I know this sound rather old fashion but in
my opinion it is not at all fashionable to be boggie-ing until 5am
anymore. I’ve been there, done that - when
I was very, very young and oh yes… it was fun and who cares about loosing
precious sleep.
As
I aged and getting much wiser, my ideal Saturday nightspot should be lounging
at a place playing soothing relaxing music, never ending cocktails and lots of adult
conversations. And coupled with a series
harmless act of flirting is nothing but an ego boost.
However
my friend Sue has a different take entirely.
She’d rather join hands with the 25year olds, in a jammed packed club, ear
piercing music and squeezing her self onto a shoebox sized dance floor and
rubbing off other sweaty bodies. Oddly,
Sue has always been successful in slipping the idea while I’m on my 3rd
cocktail. It’s almost as if her words were
drugged but lucky me - an hour later her druggy words wore off. I’d realise of my whereabouts, the noise and
youngsters pushing their way through and I feel old. And there goes my night in ruin.
Despite
of being told in the most loving way I could think of, Sue continues to suggest
that we go out and shake our bom-bom and I continue to decline.
So,
is there really an age limit as far as Saturday night clubbing is concerned?