I've Aged Out Of The Party Scene

nightclub, black nightlife March 17, 2016 was a milestone day for me. Yes, it was St Patrick's Day, but it's also the day that I discovered an important fact - I'm too damn old for nightclubs, especially on a school night.

This endeavor started out with the best of intentions. First Avenue (a nightclub here in Minneapolis, you probably heard of it thanks to Purple Rain) started hosting these Drake Nite parties. The premise is simple - charge $10 and have the DJ play a Drake mix all night. Sounds like a fun night to me, cause I love me some Drake. I missed the first few nights that they had, and my friend KS mentioned that she was interested in going to the next one, which was March 17th. Cool, we got some tickets and made plans to dance the night away at First Avenue.

Day of the party, I remembered that I'm old and that I had to work all day. Would I still be able to kick it after a busy day? Sure, I just need a disco nap! For the uninitiated, a disco nap is a nap you take in the early evening, so that you're ready to go out and party. When I was 21, I had no need for a disco nap, but at 33, I can't even think about being up past 11pm without one. So I got in the bed and had my 2 hour nap. When my husband woke me up at 10:15pm, I was ready to swing on him, that's how much I was enjoying my sleep. I briefly considered bailing, but we'd already bought tickets and I knew my friend really wanted to go.

We got to First Avenue around 11pm and I knew immediately it was going to be a bad idea. There were tons of drunk folks running around thanks to the St Patrick's Day festivities. Teenagers smoking cigarettes and other things surrounded the door, and were talking in the loud voice that all teenagers seem to use, as if they can't hear each other except when they are yelling. I got inside and was met by a sea of 18-25 year olds.

I attempted to hit the dance floor, but after I was bumped by the 3rd person, I could feel my anger building. So we retreated to the 2nd level, where we grabbed a drink and found a spot by the railing. The Drake set started around 1130pm and we had some fun dancing and singing along. My friend really wanted to go back downstairs to the dance floor, so we made our way back down to give it another shot. Yeah...I just don't have the patience for it anymore. The bumping, the stepping on feet, the lack of personal space - none of it is appealing to me. I survived maybe two songs before I escaped and went back upstairs. We finally called it a night at 1230pm and I was home and in bed by 1am.

I set my alarm for 730am, and I still had to drag myself out of bed with all the strength I could muster. I had one drink and got 6 hours of sleep, and yet I felt like I'd stayed up all night. So far I've consumed a venti iced coffee and I'm still yawning. As soon as my work day is over, I have a date with my bed for a much needed nap.

How did this happen? It didn't used to be this way! I remember being in college, being up all night long, maybe getting an hour or two of sleep, and functioning fine the next day. Now, if I'm up past 11pm, it's a momentous feat and I'm going to sleep in the next morning. I have a strict bedtime and not adhering to it is painful.

I see now why the 30+ crowd loves a day party - you can kick it from 2pm to 6pm, and still get your required sleep. And you don't have to worry about 18 year olds spilling a drink on you or stepping on your feet. I've learned my lesson - the next Drake Nite won't have me in attendance. I'll just throw on my Drake playlist at home, and dance in the living room. At least there, I'm guaranteed some personal space and a short commute to my bed when it's over.

*yawn*