I love a night out, or at least I did, pre kids. Now I am not going to lie it kind of scares me a bit, the thought of going to bed late, getting up early, with a potential hangover, with the baby toddler combi – oooooh no thank you very much.
Mr Tammy and I tend to find out ‘nights out’ have become ‘afternoons off’. Our very good to us grandparents are no strangers to child minding for a few hours whilst we head off into the sun (beer garden) and have a few hours out over a nice lunch and bottle of something bubbly. To be back home in time for bath and bed time and early night after 20 gallons of water. Rocking’ huh, but I ain’t complainin’.
That being said I found myself wanting, daring, to try a night out out. I have done this once post kids and I ended up going to bed at 6am. Never again, or so I thought. I wanted, again or so I thought, to go out after dark, when normal (childless) people go out, go to a bar when its busy – not just frequented by two child free parents who will literally take whatever time they are given. So as its my birthday in the next few days and good old Nanny Pat is visiting we thought we’d try it, we’d go out out.
You may have seen my excitement – it was on instagram…
So anyway we didn’t push the boat out and go into Brum or anything like that, just frequented a few local bars. We talked the talk on the way into town about going to a club, getting in at silly o’clock, making a night of it and all that. What went down however was very different.
First of all apparently I have forgotten how to dress for a night out. I had my white skinny jeans, heels and pale pink top combo going on. Heels – they make any outfit fancy right? WRONG. Saturday nights are for dresses, shorts, legs and swanky tops. I was not in the beer garden anymore. I also was carrying a food baby from the Chinese we lined our stomachs with an hour earlier. The ladies out and about looked fab I felt as though I got it all wrong and didn’t fit.
Secondly – you don’t go out until at least 10pm. I knew this, this was me, many many moons ago. Not 7.30 like us oldies. Our second pit stop was a new swanky and stylish bar, but it wasn’t busy. It was circa 10.30 by time we got there and there were a few people filtering in. We knew come 1am it would probably be thriving and great place to be but we were two bottles of bubbles down and starting to remember what we faced the next morning, 1am seemed very far away. So we upped sticks by about 11.30 and thought we’d try the club.
We got talking to someone outside the bar and we mentioned where we might be heading. You see this place is a place of two halves, the younger persons scene upstairs and the more mature crowd downstairs obviously named Vinyl, yeah we get it thanks. When I say younger person room however a woman I was speaking to Friday said she doesn’t go there anymore because she feels too old and its full of kids, ‘now that she’s twenty’. Fucking twenty – alright grandma let me hand you a blanket. Anyway I digress, back to the lovely lady we were talking to outside the bar, to whom Mr Tammy said we were going to Vinly she looked at me confused and then the penny dropped – ooooh you mean Kuda. She was of course referring to the young persons room because she was a young person who didn’t even know about the oldie room even though she is there every sodding week. Cheers. I have never felt so out of the loop, and old.
Anyway off we went to Vinyl, we got half way there when Mr Tammy looked at me and said, ‘is this really a good idea? Do you really want to get in at stupid o’clock and look after the babies all day feeling shit, shall we just go in there (a pub) and have a quick drink and go’.
I stared at him blankly.
It was 11.45pm.
‘Yeah alright then, my feet hurt anyway’.
We necked a quick G&T flagged a taxi and were home for just after 12. I scoffed a bag of monster much downed a pint of squash and got myself to bed. You may call me Cinders. Or mum.
So we failed, epically, at being cool and young and having a night out out, but thank god we did because this still happened the next morning….
How about you? Have you managed a night out out? Or a you in bed by 10 kinda person?