Old Hen

On Saturday night I went out for a Stagette for one of the four weddings that I was invited to on the 14th. I will not be attending this particular wedding ( I will be doing 2 of the 4 though) so I figured I should make the appearance to balance it all out. The party started at 6:00, and Hudson stayed out at the lake with his Dad so that I could have a worry-free good time. I really looked forward to it. A good excuse to go out with the girls, get dressed up, and shake my bootie. It has been a long time since I had been out for a night on the town.

So I get to this party and was having a great time playing games, having drinks and I consumed a large quantity of jello shooters. WOo HOo! At 10:30, the Hummer limo comes to pick us up and begin a night of clubbing. We get to the first place, and that's when it all changed for me. Don't get me wrong here, the girls that I was with were a lot of fun-- but I think this old hen is done with the bar scene. Drinks are overpriced and there are too many 18 year olds sharing my space.

A 3am bedtime is ridiculous, especially when your new found sleep in time is 8am.

Here I sound like naggy old bitch, but I would much rather have a girls night at a lounge dressed up and sipping on cocktails, sharing some appies while consumed in great conversation. Even better, a night in at a friends place playing games and a BBQ with the family.

At what point did I stand back only to judge and rather wish that I was out at the lake sitting around the fire with friends and my little family? Is it because I am nearly 35? Is it because I now have different priorities?

I used to be a ring leader in the party scene. Now? Not so much. Good thing I have another one to go to on Wednesday...