Feeling Vintage

When did I grow up?
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Last Saturday night a few frens including my beloved hubby, baby sister and I headed out for a night on the town since coming out of hibernation otherwise known as Ramadan. I got the usual jolts of excitement as I played dress up with Novi and not even the fierce winds outside could diminish my energized mood.
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However these feelings all slowing began to disappear as I stood there watching my surroundings in Metros.
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Young girls wearing dresses that didn’t leave much to the imagination all standing around posing as they pretend to be shocked when guys approach them and even more, offended. I mean c’mon, who are they kidding?! You’re dressed like that to get notice right? So why the mean face when greasy guys fueled with alcohol slither over and hit on you with their slurring words? Haha
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If it wasn’t that that bugged me, it was definitely the ‘cool’ guys who also had poses of their own. I admit I DID giggle when they all started busting out their macho dance moves to impress the hot looking ladies or their encouraging friends.
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As I watched the world go by it started to dawn on me that I really might be too old for this scene. Something inside was telling me there and then that this isn’t how I wanna spend my sat nights, however I don’t wanna stay at home in my pjs either, well… maybe on some occasions when I’m feeling particularly lazy and wanna stay in with the hubby.
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I mean, I don’t mind getting all dolled up for a night on the town but clubbing…. Ehhhh. From now on I think I’ll stick to dinners and fabulous bars with comfy lounges where I can sit and veg out with good company.

We'll see. We'll see.