The Nightclub

I'm 29 years old, the way I look at it my clubbing days are behind me.  On this past Friday I had the luxury of joining a few friends for a few drinks at work before we hit up a nightclub.  Now there's many things that indicate that you're getting older, people call you sir, you find the occasional grey or white hair in the morning, nose hair grows all day everyday, and you get hungover everytime you drink.  This night, however, it was a different indicator of old age.  So I walk into this nightclub and take a look around, I could've swore I walked into a high school dance.  It was brutal.  These kids looked like they just walked out of Mr. Wilson's english class.  It was a very interesting place to people watch that's for sure.  It was also interesting to think that I used to look that young at one point of my life, and used to get that hammered drunk as well.  Walking into that club was a nice little reminder of what I am done with when it comes to going out for a night.  I'll stick to a nice quiet pub where I can actually carry on a conversation with someone without having to scream my face off.