There should be a cut off age at the door ...

I was 13 the first time I was taken to a night club. Caribe night club it was called and then several other names before it became the gay club Kashmir. My mom took me with the rest of my aunts and uncles, like I was one of them, a grown up. By then my bloodstream was quite familiar with the invasion of the ever so powerful selections of Dominican rums and many other spirits. I wasn’t even hiding the fact that I drank, well shit, they openly provided the liquor. Being that I have been in the service business since I was 16, I became the nightlife. I embraced it like a mother embraces her newborn child. I was alive again. I did take a hiatus for a few years being that my work schedules was extremely hectic clocking in 120/hrs weeks and then I got back to it, ecstasy became a haven to stay up basically 24 hrs a day. There were not enough hours in the day was my daily quote. I became a robot. I saw myself one day at 22 and saw myself wasted away at 104 lbs. That day it all stopped for me it made me sick to my stomach to even think about drinking and partying… that didn’t last long I met a chronic clubber and although I no longer got trashed or took drugs, I was at clubs all the time and working 2 jobs still. Clubbing was always the subject of our arguments. I passed out once in pure exhaustion from working many doubles and then basically dragged out when I finally had a Friday night off to sleep. First and last time I ever passed out. Ended up in the hospital shortly after with a Pancreatic attack, 12 days no food no liquid diet, just IV. That shit SUCKED. But I did that to me. And I took full responsibility took control and changed things. I cannot deny I have not had those very few drunken nights after the incident but I rarely ever consume alcohol and even when I do it’s a few beers or wine. Anyhoot maybe my hardcore party past is what has me hating the club scene. My boy posted a status message on FB the other day saying “Doesn’t the club scene get old after awhile?” And I replied to him that yes it sure does except for our mutual friend, the aforementioned culprit ^ there who still lives in nightclubs like it’s so cute. She actually replied to the status to another reply accusing the person of clubbing with her recently. I had to be the asshole of course and reply with a “speak of the devil reply” I mean when is the appropriate time to give it a rest. Throw in the towel. I mean I see that shit everywhere party party party when the fuck do u start to realize that maybe just maybe it’s why you can’t land a steady partner. Sounds pretty ironic coming from a person that stays single a lot more than ever being in a relationship, but things are different on my side of the fence many want a relationship with me, I don’t with them. I have been single by choice. I am in no rush whatsoever to be in any type of relationship beside the one with myself and my daughter. If something worth my time comes along I am there, but I sure am not looking for that someone in the club. Everyone is a fucking promoter these days, everyone got the fucking hook up, and everyone wants the hookup. Bitches are well in their fucking 30s half fucking naked still shaking their asses in “VIP” if they even make it that far. Being on the opposite side of the bar of these said culprits, its sad for me to see it. I see the same women week after week pulling the same old ass tricks while enjoying cheap liquid courage to become instant whores. I see them come back week after week asking if I remember them and do I remember what they did. BITCH are you serious? I don’t believe for one second that these dumb grown bitches do not remember what they did the prior week, they try to save face. I am sure the age gaps gets bigger and bigger with the dudes they meet because the next generation is already old enough to club. Give it a rest birds. A club from time to time is respectable. When you are recovering from a hangover every fucking weekend after shaking your saggy ass at a club all night and morning at 35 …smh shit is just sad and pathetic. What do you think is an appropriate time to let go of that every weekend club hop? At what point does it just become plain trashy?? Like the minimum age to get in, there should be a cut off age at the door …