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saturday night.

the weather saturday night was perfect.

a cool breeze. an invitation to play.

so i decided to do something i never do.

go to a party. at a hotel. downtown.

i had on black shorts, a denim shirt, ratty boots, and not a stitch of makeup on my face, but for my bright pink lipstick. i was not really dressed to go out, but i didn't mind.

i got off the one train and headed in the direction of my friends. and it was there, walking west somewhere on 18th street, that i had this revolutionary thought: i am young. i am single. god, there's nowhere better in the world than new york city for a night like this. i should do this more often. i should be young and sow my oats and do ludicrous things that will make for a great late-in-life memoir.

i thought back to my first year of college. i had a group of girlfriends that went out every weekend and did things that i cringe thinking about now. we danced on the banquettes of high-falutin downtown clubs. allowed investment bankers to buy us exorbitantly priced bottles of vodka. ran through the streets barefoot. stayed out until 5 am. it was a time when smiles far outweighed the need for ids to get into bars.

perhaps that is a time i should return to. perhaps with a little age and slightly bigger breasts i'd have even more fun.

so i got to the hotel. met a few friends. and inquired as to how to get into the private party. i was promptly shown the line. the very long line, stretched around the corner. the line comprised almost entirely of girls wearing the customary saturday night uniform of black heels, black tights and very short black skirts. and lots of makeup. did i mention that i wasn't really wearing any makeup?

and pop went the bubble.

i don't want to go back to my first year of college. wiser or not.

god i'm thankful to be young and single, but i sure as hell have to find a better way to spend my saturday nights.

don't get me wrong, i'm still gonna sow some oats, but in a slightly different setting.


AbbieBabble said...

As always, beautifully put. I like being young and foolish, but I'm really enjoying being not quite as young and not quite as foolish as I once was.

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olivia rae said...

haha- i can so relate. i think back to my freshmen year very romantically, but when i actually think about it i wouldn't go back for anything.

Melissa said...

I feel like you're my long-lost twin Meg! Every post could've come straight out of my own thoughts. I feel the same way - we live, we learn, we move on. The things we thought we'd love doing when we got older... sometimes aren't so fun anymore. And have you ever heard "The First Single" by The Format? They say, "You know the nightlife is just not for me, cause all you really need are a few good friends."

So true.

Jane's Next Door said...

AH yes. So true! Sometimes I feel really old and boring because I don't even WANT to do those things I did back in the day. I feel like a loser for wanting to go to bed early on the weekends so I can get the most out of the days. I don't drink much because, most of the time, I don't like how it makes me feel - it messes with my head and makes me congested.
I am glad I have memories of doing wild and crazy things from almost 20 years ago - they are great stories and I wouldn't trade them for anything.

Emily said...

Haha, well put. I've had similar crazy times and now life is a little tamer with different adventures that suit me just fine. Here's to sowing oats in new ways!

laura marie said...

haha so true! i've realized that "those nights" are better left to my memory!

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JKreids said...

Nightlife now ain't what it used to be.


Taylor Norris said...

if it wasn't such a long line i would have gone in. once you're there, it usually feels awesome to be underdressed, without a care, and among daintly clad women who are trying so hard to look good.

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Jo said...

Amen to that!!

Brittan said...

so the other night i was walking home from the library in a daze after 8 hours of studying and i saw all of these scantily clad young people stumbling out into the streets looking like they were having... fun? that's when it hit me... oh my god. it's friday night. i just left the library. in a hoodie and nikes. WHO AM I???

in conclusion... let's hang out.

Kate said...

this post cracks me up..we can all relate. love you blog, such a great find on my rainy saturday!