Because there was no point to them. I thought they were frivolous, demeaning and a general waste of time.
Then I realised something.
THAT'S THE WHOLE BLOODY POINT!
People go to clubs to dance, flirt, have a good time and try to get lucky. That's not a bad thing if done once in awhile. 3 times a week is pushing it but monthly or bi-monthly events are fucking necessary for you to drain your brain from the every day chain of horribly boring sequences that run on auto-pilot.
I'm young. Okay young-ish. I've been applauded in the past for not acting like I was in my early 20s. That I am matured for my age for not giving into the perils of youth.
I say screw that. I want epic stories to tell my grandkids on cold mountain evenings (hint Viker, hint). I want tales to laugh over with my friends when we meet up. I want to look back 20 years from now and cringe at the clothes I wore, the make up I plastered on and the drunken pictures I had no idea existed.
I'm not saying that I'm going to start going ape over things I never used to. Moderation is the name of the game and I still love learning.
I've shed my inhibitions, danced like no one was watching (I hope no one was) and I don't give a damn about what you think about me.
PS : The best part was that being girls meant not having to pay a cent cos we were THAT fabulous.
PPS : No. We did not hook up with anyone from the club. Although I think a few hearts were broken, all 3 of us have men we adore, love and who trust us.
PPS : I know. I lol'd too.
("Amy", "Bait" and "Shana")
