- I could feel the music thumping in my chest hours after we left the club.
- I couldn’t figure out what people meant when they called me “a cougar.”
- I am not a cougar. (Seriously I get the eye candy part but wouldn’t you eventually have to talk to them?)
- I don’t care how good you think you look. If you are over age 40 you have absolutely no business twerking.
- I continually used the “What? I can’t hear you?” because it worked.
- My daughter has to learn that mixed drinks is an art. Having a table full of colorful mixed drinks that she didn’t like was overwhelming. (Eventually the bartender made a drink especially for her: Loopy Vodka, cranberry juice, pineapple juice and a splash of sprite.)
- The reason young adults drink beer is because they cannot afford the cost of mixed drinks. I can afford it. But I don’t want to spend the money.
- 21 is still too young for tequila.
- I danced. And I probably should not have.
- I was the only one at the club wearing panty hose.
- I learned that some of my zumba songs are also dance songs. But I probably should not have danced my zumba moves.
- When I went to the bathroom, I secretly scanned the TV listings on my phone to see if there were any good movies to watch later.
- No one asked me for my ID. And I didn’t care.
- 4:00 am is waaaayyyyyy past my bedtime
- I was able to use my late night clubbing as an excuse because I was too tired to do anything for the next 5 days.
- It is not cool to go up to the DJ and request a song like “Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting.”
- Drunk boyfriend comments were comical to me; not to my daughter (he is now an EX-boyfriend)
- The shoes. I was absolutely in awe that these girls can wear these high inch heals for hours. Not only would I be in tears, I would need a foot massage and deep soak pedicure to recover.
- When my husband asked how the clubs were. The first response that came to mind was: “They are sticky.”
- Now I can’t get this song out of my head.
And the number one reason I know I am too old to celebrate a 21st birthday:
21. I was secretly happy to learn that I was only invited because they needed a designated driver.
Nonetheless – HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY TO MY DAUGHTER, CHRISTINA!
I’m 21 and I can relate to all of these things. I sincerely do not understand the concept of “clubbing” as “fun”.