On our way home from our friends’ house (thanks for an enjoyable evening, guys!) we started discussing our partying habits. My friend’s husband asked us where we like to go on a night out on the town. None of us could really answer.
H doesn’t drink at all. Does like beer, doesn’t like the feeling of getting drunk. I haven’t been drinking (anything but the occasional glass or two of wine) since before I got pregnant. If anyone would’ve asked me if I was up for a night of partying two years ago, I would most likely not have said no. I threw parties, went out clubbing and if life (my body, to be more precise) didn’t treat me too kind the morning after, I could just start all over immediately. I don’t think we ever did anything without a glass in hand.
I’ve been asked a lot if I miss all of it. If I miss partying and staying out all night without a care in the world and only myself to take care of. I honestly don’t. That’s also what me and H just discussed tonight – I don’t think I ever liked it. The way we socialize now is what I’ve always enjoyed most – good wine (although never in moderation, before now), tasty food, great company, inspiring conversation and loud laughter. I’ve always been the one wanting to postpone (or cancel) moving on from a humble get-together or house party to a loud and sweaty club. Sure, nothing’s more fun than getting all gussied up and feeling all eyes are on you (even if you’re just imagining it), but I’ve always preferred pubs and lounges to clubs. Better yet, why don’t we just stay at home with the best of friends, put on our favorite hits (or what feel like our favorite hits at the moment, can’t tell you how many times I’ve been drunk enough to demand the host to play something by the Spice Girls), take stupid photos of ourselves and dance like no one is watching?
Not to mention staying where you are is always the safest. When you decide to head out, someone always falls and breaks or loses something (if not a body part, then at least their dignity), sings some really bad karaoke or makes out with the worst looking person they stumble (pun intended) upon.
So… to everyone who thinks we’re bored out of our minds because we have a kid: life’s never been as much fun!