Thursday, September 27, 2012
There once was a time when I lived for a nightclub. From the age of about 16 to the age of about 27, I was a club-hopper. Meaning I loved to be in a club, drinking and dancing. There was nothing I enjoyed more. A great DJ in a cool location was always my destination. I just loved being out and about. There was nothing better than me and my girls hitting whatever club was hot back then. I literally planned my life around when and where I was going to go out. I was that into the scene. I was also more social back then too. I am not as much these days.
I feel as if the club scene is so over. I've done it. Consistently. And, with great passion. It was my hobby. I loved every second of it. I can actually count on one hand the times I've been in a club in the last few years. There aren't very many reasons that I will go to a club. I've always invited to parties at clubs. I always decline. It's not that I don't want to celebrate with my family or friends. I just don't want to be in that environment anymore. It's not my cup of tea. The music that is popular in New Orleans clubs is not what I want to hear. I don't care for this new age bounce music or 90% of today's club themed Hip-Hop. I cannot take much of it.
Now, I prefer to stay home. I am cool with sitting at home, watching a good movie or reading a great book. I don't feel like I'm missing a thing. So, yes, I am a homebody and proud of it. I've been in too many clubs where stupid things have occurred. I know I'm safe at home. I don't have to worry about anything happening to me here. I don't mind going to a bar or a lounge for a drink or catching dinner or a movie with friends. I guess that comes with age. I'm at a point in my life where I don't want to deal with a club full of people. Staying home is relaxing to me. when you've spent the better part of your 20's partying, your 30's are for resting. So that's what I'll do.