After a week of Rugrat filled activities my brain needed a mental vacation for one evening. Some preparations were needed to ensure the success of my "vacation". The dinner was made and feed to the little ones then quickly off to the bath they went. In between, it was important for me to feel fresh as well, I began the ritual of the shower, hair and make-up thing. The oldest Rugrat was busy with the X-box and the other were placed in their beds. The time finally arrived when the door bell rang.........the lifesaver... aka.... sitter.
We had plans to meet some friends for appetizers and drinks Friday night. As you can imagine, I had been looking forward to this night for most of the week. I had promised another couple we would stop in at a club downtown G-Vegas for a drink with them before grabbing some grub elsewhere. I wasn't sure what to expect but after getting there I wasn't surprised. This club was having a promo to get more people in earlier than normal so they had drink specials, etc. Needless to say there was enough people to fill the upstairs, which isn't big, and the downstairs was empty. It would have been more fun with more people filling the place. Back in the day, especially growing up in Jersey, I loved to go clubbing. We used to dance all night. It was a blast. Many a fond memories....but something has changed, me. I am at the "mother" stage of my life because my Rugrats are young and need me to be. My friends, the "club couple", go regularly. They are at the "Together" stage of thier lives, married without Rugrats. So they are really enjoying this time in their lives. I don't blame them I would too. I have to admit on my most trying days I am a bit envious. It is amazing the changes we make, aka responsibilities, when our Rugrats come along. I was the first out the door to a party or club but now that I know the next day will be filled with Rugrats wanting breakfast at 7 AM the thrill is gone. It almost isn't worth the price the next day. The "club couple" is cool to hang with but it seems as if something is different when we hang with them. I know I am different. For example, one night not too long ago we hit a whole in the wall place where I didn't know a soul. My "club friend" instantly wanted to dance and sing. We requested some of our typical hip hop and hit the floor. Even though the hubby was with me (across the room), it felt weird having the two of us dancing by ourselves and a handful of others staring at us. Back in the day I would have loved the attention. That is how I met my husband. (story for another day) I am mindful of things like this when we go out. On the other hand my "club friend" is a holds no bar kinda chick. Her hubby was out with us as well but I feel as if there is a line that she can cross that I can't. People perceive a mother as a certain kind of person and hitting clubs, dancing, and drinking isn't that kind of image. Example, Brittany Spears. By no means am I a Brittany any way but I love to go out and have a good time. Look at all the exposure she has had over getting out and moving on from KFed. People are judgemental. I have to admit I am one of them too. It sucks but it is life. I guess that is why when I do let loose once every 3 months I think about what people might think of me doing some things that I wouldn't normally do. I feel most comfortable with my hubby and close friends because I know they don't judge me for forgetting about my responsibilities for a night and feeling free again. It's the others we have to be concerned with. Unfortunately, what happens in G-Vegas stays in G-Vegas.