dancing fool

i went out dancing with a friend last night. she's new to the city and so it was easy to suggest places to go. she's just 30 this year, but still likes to go out dancing, so i figured she'll be the one i go to when my other friends fail me (which they always do).

we went to Cinema, which is part of the Donnelly Pub Group so i basically knew what to expect. i knew it would likely be a younger crowd and truly, i may have been the oldest patron there. i couldn't sing along to any of the songs (and what's to sing along to? they play 60 seconds of a song and then they remix something else in. what's up with that?), i wasn't falling over drunk at 11:00 p.m. (really? that's pretty early, kids), and i didn't have my smartphone in my hand, checking for texts and BBMs while i was dancing (again, really? is your attention span that short that you can't even enjoy a few minutes of dancing without getting updates from your friends at another club?). we lasted until 1:30 and then it was time to go.

at the start of the night, Nia suggested we should try a different club every week until we find one that suits us. but even as we walked back to her place, she said, "are there any clubs that have people more our age?"

the worst part is, i've never had much patience for the club-going crowd, even when i was young enough to be part of it. now that i'm ... gulp ... 8 years older than when i last went to clubs on a regular basis, i have less patience but am far more amused at the things that go on. the hook-ups, the girl drama, the guy bravado... all the same, but with different players and in a different decade. oy.

and my feet still hurt, all the way home. some things really do never change.