Yes, you read that right. I went partying again! Two weekends in a row. God, I’m growing up this summer.
Owl and her friends go out basically every Friday or Saturday night when they get home from camp. I can understand that, since, as you know, they work with children 24 hours a day all week. A break is needed once home. I usually get brought along, because I drive and take care of them.
This time they were all chipping in to stay in a hotel for the night. Owl’s friends said I could come and stay if I paid a share for the hotel and so I said sure. And since I wasn’t driving home, I actually drank. Yay, more growing up!
We hung out in the hotel for a while, since it was still rather early by the time everyone got there. Someone had brought some homemade fruit alcohol drink which I forget the name of and we played drinking games until everyone showed up. I even went out with the boys when a couple of them wanted a smoke and experienced guy time. It was fun. Then the guys played beer pong until we went to the club. I watched and made fun of their skills even though I couldn’t do any better. Male bonding, right??
I was already pretty drunk and exhausted by the time we were ready to leave. I could have fallen asleep on the hotel bed and not woken up until morning. I’m glad that didn’t happen though.
Since it was only a few blocks away, we walked to the club (more on that later).
When we got there, I could tell it was a much better scene than before. I think this is partly because I was in the right frame of mind for it and partly because it was a gay bar. :D Gender expression was fucking all over the place and nobody cared what you were. I think I passed more consistently there but I’m not even sure because the alcohol in my system made me less paranoid about it, which was a welcome change.
We danced on the stage and I didn’t do too bad. We found out I’m a better dancer when I’m not sober.
Other things I learned: not all clubbing experiences go sour, I don’t have a filter on what I say when I have alcohol in my system, and I like beer better than shots. By the end of the night I just really wanted a beer and you know what, it was the best beer I ever had. xD
I think Owl expressed it best when she said to me the next day, there’s really nothing wrong with partying as long as it’s done responsibly and in moderation. I wholeheartedly agree. It was nice to let go and relax, but it certainly isn’t something I want to do every night, and not something I don’t want to over-do either. I think I took myself to my limit because it took me a few hours the next morning before I was able to fully remember the whole night.
I guess the point of this post is this: not every club experience is bad. My last post about clubbing was accurate, but it was one experience. Going again and really letting myself get into the scene and out of my paranoid head made this second time much better. And I definitely want to go again.