Forcing yourself to go out to clubs when you know you don’t want to be there. It hit me hard last weekend when I went to a club for a friend’s birthday.
First of all my entire Saturday was killed since the weight of getting dressed and going out into the cold past 11pm wasn’t very relaxing. Second of all, I’m married so it’s not like I care to get dressed up and try to attract other women. Third, before getting to the club, it took about 30-40 minutes to find parking in NYC and ended up having to overpay for it at a lot. Fourth, even after waiting on line outside in the cold and paying the $30 cover, I’m getting hassled to spend more to upgrade my drinking plan. Fifth, once there, I can barely find my friends due to how crowded the place is. Having a conversation is also difficult due to how loud the music is and on top of that the music sucks. Sixth, the prices of drinks are outrageous but I buy them anyway since there isn’t much I can do but hold a drink and bob my head to the music to give off the impression I’m actually enjoying my time there. Seventh, the staggering amount of drunk people pushing and shoving everyone as they dance is annoying as hell. Eighth, going to the restroom requires waiting on a line amidst vomit covered floors that makes you ill. Ninth, when its time to go, its an hour long process of getting everyone together and detaching people from girls they think are coming home with them. Tenth, I just got Battlefield 1 on Gamefly that morning and missed a perfect Saturday to plow through a few maps. – richb83
Abercrombie & Fitch – jesusstarks
Hooking up with an acquaintance’s mother (or any other woman twice your age) is pretty badass when you’re 20. Not so much when you’re 40. – HonkersTim