Tardy For the Party

I had a recent text convo with a friend:

Friend: You should come out to Bella32 tonight!
Me: No, it's too much for my taste.
Friend: What do you mean girl?
Me: I like Hosea Chanchez but I don't want to party with him and all the people who want to party with him.  It's going to be entirely too much going on there for me.

She was still utterly confused.  What she didn't understand was between the ages of 18-27, I partied hard.  When I say partied, I mean partied.  At 18, I went to a university known as a party (as well as academics) school.  From Thursday to Sunday night me and my girls hit the ground running.  And not just the cute partying like we do now.  I mean the 'go straight to the middle of the club and dance til our hair sweated out' partying.  By 21, my party days had reduced but not only was I partying at school; it became a traveling thing.  When I would go home on visits, my family would barely see me.  Why? Because I was headed out to the IT clubs in the city.  Not to mention those road trips to party at other colleges.  By 23 I was national, well...in Miami at least once a year.  My partying in Miami included being ushered into VIP with NFL players, singers, rappers, and producers.  Dancing on top of tables until the break of dawn, going to breakfast, and then back home for a 3 hour nap before getting up to do it all over again.  Leaving hotels to be put up with my girls in condos with car service.  Ahh...the memories!  By 25 I was enjoying my new found adult life in my hometown.  Dating, dancing, and partying from Thursday to Sunday all while working a full time job and attending night school.  And I can't forget the occasional trips to Houston, New York, Cali, etc. for weekend fun. I became a self proclaimed "social butterfly" of the Dallas scene, getting to know all the party promoters for exclusive access to bottle service and a good time.  By 27, I was tired.  A new school of partiers had been ushered in.  I became thirsty for more in life.

So here I am at 29.  Don't get me wrong, if the occasion and the club is right, I'm in there.  But on an average Friday night, going to the club hosted by an actor and a couple of local celebrities doesn't appeal to me.  Call me lame but I would rather have a nice night cuddling with a boo, drinking with the crew, or by myself watching a House marathon on Bravo.  Dinner parties get me going!  An opportunity for interesting conversation with a friend of a friend float my boat.  Oh yeah, concerts and comedy shows too!  The club thing is over for me.  I am ready for the next phase in life.  And while my friend was totally confused as to why I was being lame, it was her who was totally tardy for the party.  Cause honey, you're just now getting started...I've been there, done that, and moved on.