Jun 192012
The way I usually roll…

In all my aged, mom of two young kids, most-safely-dressed-in-pajama jeans glory, I found myself going clubbing on Saturday night.  Yes, you read that right.  GOING CLUBBING.  This is definitely Among Things That Should Never Happen.  If I didn’t love my cousin so much, I most definitely would have bailed on her bachelorette party.  It wasn’t so much a matter of me not wanting to go, but more that I wanted to spare all the young kids from being exposed to my over-aged spit-up covered self.  Was it possible for the bouncer to refuse me entry because I was too Generation X?  Would some drunken hipster accidentally mistake me for their mother?  Above all, what in the world was I going to wear??  Would I even remember how to behave on a night out with other adults?  What did the inside of “fun” place without Chuck E. Cheese plastered all over the walls even look like?

Despite all my doubts that this evening was doomed for disaster…it wasn’t so bad?  We laughed, oh yes, I even grooved a little, and…I enjoyed myself??  Now this isn’t to say I’ll be banging down the doors of clubs every Saturday night, and I definitely had more than one moment of jaw-dropping shock over “What in the world is that are the ‘young kids today’ wearing?!“, but it was cool to just hang out–with fun being the only purpose and no mechanical carousels or skee-ball games in sight.  And this Mom of the Year was very happy to send my cousin into matrimony with a flourish, albeit mom jeans and all 😉

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Meredith blogs at The Mom of the Year, dedicatedly earning her title one epic parenting fail at a time. When her kids aren't busy pummeling each other with Legos or requiring their 16th sippy cup refill of the day, she tries to offer quick, relatable laughs for fellow parents of the world and all their empathizers. She remains entirely terrified by crafts, promises to never share any useful household tips, and is fully committed to a less serious look at the world of parenting.

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  19 Responses to “Going Clubbing”


    Clubbing. Good grief. I don't think I'd remember how.


    You probably were a great dancer! Dance out the stress :)


    How fun! I have to tell you that the minute I am expected to go to a club the first thing that sends panic through my body is what I am going to wear. I don't even own anything that people wear in clubs these days!


    There is never a time in my life that I will be too old to dance and party.


    I don't think I'm cool enough to even walk through the door of a club anymore. My husband is lucky if I shave my legs once a week….who knows how long it would take me to become club worthy.


    I bet you did a good job of holding your own against the younger crowd. But do they still call it “clubbing?”


    Oh my… You are brave! This post brings back memories of the old days. When did I get so old…it has crept up on me! I would have noooo idea what to wear to a club these days! :)


    I am not afraid to admit that I still will go to the club with my girlfriends. It is fun!! However, it is probably a twice yearly event. Love the picture:) Too funny! Come link this up on my Saturday laughs if you like:)


    That sounds fun! Sometimes I wish someone I know would get married already so that I could go to another wedding and dance all night. Maybe I just need to go do DA CLUB- a real one, like you!

    (Thanks for linking this up to #findingthefunny a couple of weeks ago! Sorry I am such a loser and just now reading it.)


      Hit the club–you gotta rock those moves before they get rusty 😉 The wedding is this weekend so pray the other guests don't get to jealous of my groove! Not a loser at all–appreciate comments whenever I get them…thanks always for #findingthefunny–love it always :)

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