Somewhere between setting foot in the door and seeing half-naked women dancing around on stage in furry thigh-high boots, I came to the realization that I'm getting too old for night clubs. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy dancing. However, the whole thing seemed a little silly and I felt slightly out of place. Perhaps the notion that I'm now thirty got to me a little but taking a good look around I felt what I've been feeling the past couple of years--night clubs are not really my thing anymore. After numerous glasses of champagne, wine, and a feeble attempt to dance around a pole, (two friends tried to con me into it) the fog machine and crowd started to get to me. I found myself inching towards the wall and back to our table.
One of the highlights of the evening-
A girl opened the door I thought I'd locked as I was using the squat toilet. The entire bathroom (there were a line of women waiting) got a good look at my bare rear. I hid in the stall for a few minutes after the incident.
Still, the night went well overall and I enjoyed seeing everyone. It did feel nice to socialize a little, even though I'm now used to being a recluse.
Next year however, I plan on doing something really laid-back and low key.
Some pictures from the night:
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