I went out the other night for what seemed like the first time in ages. Yes, it was nice to see my friends, but I really have to ask...what in the hell was so appealing about going out in our twenties that made us want to do it every weekend?
After much consideration, I believe it all boils down to this: going out in our twenties was easy. We had less to worry about.
Allow me to illustrate...
Getting Ready:
A Twenty-Something's Preparation for a Night Out:
A Thirty-Five-Plus-Something's Preparation for a Night Out:
Advice for the aging: Try pancake makeup. Or, try this...
Picking Something to Wear:
Advice for the aging: Try these...
A Thirty-Five-Plus-Something's Closet:
Shoes and Accessories:
Twenty-Something: Thirty-five-Plus-Something:
Advice for the aging: try these...
or, better yet, this...
A Twenty-Something's Purse:
A Thirty-Five-Plus-Something's Purse:
I've only listed a few of the differences. Don't even get me started on how big of a pain in the ass it is to figure out who is driving, where we are going to park, and blah, blah, blah, blah.
Like I said, it was nice spending time with my friends, even though I couldn't hear a single word they were saying because the music was so freaking loud my ears are still ringing. Yeah, I know, I'm sounding old, right? Well, just to share with you how eager I was to get home, this is how I found my things the next morning... and, no, I wasn't drunk.
This is what happens when you wear Spanks and high-heal boots. I'm surprised I didn't have a portable potty in that big-ass-purse I lugged around all night.
So, yes, it appears that my club-hopping days are over. But worry not, I'm still super cool...
