On the weekend I was invited out to a bar. While sitting on a stool the entire time I was there (see below for explanation) I contemplated why I am too old to go out:
1. Tried on my 'bar/clubbing' clothes and they did not fit. Could not button or zip many of my dresses.
2. Was very tired and yawning about an hour before going out.
3. Mum was over as she was the designated babysitter. She commented on how it was inappropriate for a mother of three to be going out to a bar.
4. Mum then looked at my outfit and commented on how it was inappropriate for a mother of three to be wearing what I was wearing. ***P.S. nothing has changed in 16 years, mum always thought my outfits were inappropriate.
5. My four year old daughter watched me apply make-up.
6. Had forgotten how to walk in high heels. Felt like it was my first experiece with heels.
7. A female (NOT a male) gave me quite a few very knowing looks. What the ###
8. Had several conversations with other mums at the club about mastitis, leaking boobs, breast pads etc.
9. Actually left the bar at 12.45am as could stay awake no longer.
10. I always thought Robert Harvey was so so old (he is referred to as the old man in footy). It only dawned on me the other day that he is about a year older than me!
11. Finally, felt like crap the next day!!!!!!!
Must mention that hubby of course thought he knew where the bar was and would not listen or take note of my directions (even though I had been to this bar before) and parked 3 blocks away from the destination. Well, guess who could no longer tolerate heels after 3 blocks and so had to stay seated in the bar????????
Despite all of the above, hubby just mentioned that we have been invited to yet another birthday at a bar in the city this Saturday night. Oh my God...
Go Cats (specifically the gorgeous Jimmy Bartel).
