So much for big expectations!

Saturday night was to be the big night! My return to the bar scene after I decided to settle down and have a baby. I couldn't wait to go, I went shopping for a cute little shirt, borrowed shoes from SS, showered, shaved, primped and polished, anticipating my night of fun! I called a girlfriend of mine to make the 40 minute trip with me as I was to meet SS and the other party-girls there. We were going up a little early so we could get started sooner...I couldn't wait to get my drink on and get on the dance floor. So, we arrive before the other girls and find a place to park. "Oh wait," I say, "I can't find my wallet!" Apparently my sweet little baby girl took it out of my purse! So, now I'm downtown, ready to party and I can't get in because I have neither my ID or any cash. I should have taken this as a sign to just go home and call it a night, but NO DAMMIT....this was to be my night! I wanted to party! So, after another hour and 20 minutes, we were at our destination with my ID in hand, we made our way to the club to meet up with SS and the girls. The thing was, there was NOWHERE to dance! After sucking down two drinks I was more than ready to get my groove on and the only decent bar didn't have a dance floor and the others had one about as big as my half bath! It was miserable, we couldn't move, we couldn't breath...had their been a fire, we would have all surely been trampled to death. I could look over all of this had I had a freakin' inch to move, so I could have danced to at least ONE song, but no, it was not in the cards for me this particular night.

I was tired, I wanted to go home, I was cold and my feet hurt...damn I sound old! What has happened to all the good times? I made it home by 3 am, no buzz left at all and just wanting to hit the sheets before the baby's 6am wake-up call. To top it off, I felt like crap all day, I had a headache and just wanted to stay in bed.

Am I getting old? Is this an official end to my bar days? I don't even care to be dancing ON the bar anymore, I would just settle for shakin' my ass on the dance floor and I couldn't even get that! I honestly can't remember EVER having a night like this in all of my bar days...and there were MANY of them. Maybe I'm growing up? I doubt that, but I do feel my bar-hoppin' days ending slowly and it makes me sad. I knew it wouldn't be the same and that is fine...I'd rather stay out of trouble these days but I just didn't expect to be so miserable. Maybe its for the best that I didn't have any fun? Maybe that'll keep me from going back and getting myself in trouble as in the past? Who knows! All I know is right at this moment, I don't care if I ever go back!