The Club

We decided to shake things up a bit and hit the downtown club scene Saturday night. Back in our early to mid twenties we knew the hot spots. We had connections, guest lists and VIP status. We knew the DJ's spinning each weekend. Week after week, bouncers greeted us with friendly winks as we passed through security and bartenders smiled as we strolled through the club.

Dolled up and ready to go by eleven, the gang of us partied through the wee hours of the morning, drink after drink, we partied hard. As the beats spun, we were on fire. We rocked the dance floor and occasionally the speakers.

We were there once. But as it would seem not anymore. With absolutely no idea where to go and no connections, we counted on the younger generation to help us out. Just like old times, we were picked up at eleven by our DD and headed out to a club suggested by a young twenty something male.

Just wasn't like the old days. Hip twenty somethings grooving to the music, fighting for spots to showcase their moves on the speakers, clanking cocktail glasses and drooling over each other. We witnessed the occasional fall off the speakers, boys exposing their bare chests and gals busting out their moves in barely there skirts.

As we sipped our twelve dollar cocktails high above in the VIP section we surveyed the club goers down below. We shared a few laughs at their expense. We saw ourselves ten years younger. We were old.

My how quickly we forget that we were there once. All we did was look forward to Saturday nights. We partied hard well after the clubs closed; fallen off speakers; been carried out of the bar and forgotten people behind. We killed the party scene.

Now in our thirties, there were a few stifled yawns as the clock struck two. We were more excited to kick off our heels and crawl into bed than anything else. I keep telling myself it was just the club, because I know I still have it in me to party like a twenty something.