B.B.D. pt 1 nightlife.

From throwing a cappuccino shake out the window of a cougar, only for it to explode in/outside of the cougar, and dying laughing when its final location was revealed. To starting a wednesday night at one bar, and ending the weekend at a completely different one, and not really remembering exact details of the in between time except through kodak moments in the camera.

BBD before baby days WERE Grand, but id never trade my son for anything.

I look at clubs, parking lot pimping(yes girls do it too) completely differently. Heck, my opinion of people has changed since BBD. You cant tell the woman who went from wed to mon partying at different clubs, safely of course, that there is something she is missing. Its just not a valid arguement, theres not much ground. Starting one night, Friday for example, at one club, going to another by cab, and walking to the after hours spot. All of them the hot spots and even some VIP events w/o signing any lists. Any town can become "cookie cutter" when you see the same people at different spots on random days of the week. Which can lead it to become boring. Which is one reason I, myself quit going. Club rats, SOME, can reform. Id take a warm night at home instead. But back to the subject at hand.

Exploration of the club scene was mixed, I met some great people, and as much of a people watcher as I am, this was my haven. I could lose myself in the beat, watch the failure lil boy attempt to hit on a girl COMPLETELY out of his league. And then there are the girls who recess in maturity when they aim to ride out randomly, only to become one. This is also where I learned to read body language to decipher "friends w/benefits", "just friends" & "making him/her jealous", desire, pity dance, "what did i get myself into" and what my military friends dubbed the "tag that" dance.
I learned the difference between the teases, those that dance like they exist in the guys pants, but the minute its all over, they ghost and appalled at his obvious advances. and those women who make the truth known point blank, either by verbal, or secondary placement of inappropriate placement of the guys body. Its a socioligists dream location to see people in their most assorted enviornment.

I loved dancing, its a great workout and i still love doing it once in a while, but not every weekend. I've had my fill. And until you can give me a REALLY monumental reason to stay out like that, that doesnt have the slightest chance of happening again, then I can confidently say, I've had my fill. But really, I'd rather just go out on random night, for a special occasion or something, get it out of my system and be done.Don't get it twisted, I can still close a place down with the best of them, proof being my bday party. . You find many things out you never knew... ;) I dont need it like an I.V. I don't knock that do, but I've done that, more likely than not, been there, so i humbly pass.