40 Days Till 40 (Day 15)

SWEET BIRD OF YOUTH

Tonight I attended a fundraiser for The Vagina Monologues, ironically held at a local gay bar.  While not homosexual, I usually prefer to go dancing at gay clubs, finding them to be a lot less intimidating.  I had never been to this particular bar, typically going to the other gay bar in town (when, in fact, I do go out.  You know, twice a year.). 

What I noticed about this bar was that the clientele was not only predominantly female (although that could have been because of the “burlesque” show scheduled as entertainment), but also very young.  Because the event was 18 and over, there were many people under the age of 21.  Not the case with the bar I normally attend, which usually features a more 50/50 or predominantly male crowd and is definitely twenty-one and over. 

Let’s be honest, here…I haven’t hung out in an 18 and over club since I was around that age.  I mean, seriously, I am over twice the age of most of these, well, girls.   And I certainly don’t prefer to frequent locations where teenagers gather willingly en masse.  As a result, I found that being surrounded by them grated my nerves.  They were just so full of angst and hormones and drama….

I happened to walk in on a trio of underagers having an argument in the bathroom.  One of them was worried that she was going to be left in the club.

“Ohmigawd, we are TOTALLY not going to leave you here, but, like, I have things to do!”  Her girlfriend said this as she was trying to yank her thigh high fishnets up over her hips and under her hot pants.

Yup, I am officially old.  But then, I knew that when I wanted to leave before midnight.

Ah well.  Until tomorrow, Lovelies….

*For the date of 1/18/14, but written in the wee hours of 1/19/14, since my day didn’t technically end until 1:30am (when my coach turned back into a pumpkin).