I’m not sure how many of us can truly say we ‘remember’ our initiation into the nightclub scene, but a lot of us would agree that we found the chaotic atmosphere of pumping fists and paralytic aggression a lot more intimidating than we do now. The city awash with scrapping dudes and sloppy gals at 3am is certainly an eye opener and when you’ve missed the nightrider and lost your phone the daunting sensation of your first-time comes flooding back. Then again the chaotic fervour that greets an inexperienced clubber is an exhilaration we never truly reclaim. Those formative years when weekend partying was fresh, new and character building will stay with us forever. So, who has more fun? The nauseous newbie or the vested veteran?
Nostalgia Is King
Is it that our fond memories of when we first started clubbing merely shrouded in nostalgia, or is the adventure of discovering nightlife generally more exciting? When looking back we tend to remember the good things and overlook the bad. We remember the epic looseness, the random hookups and the camaraderie we and our buddies shared. What we forget is the soul-sucking bar and bathroom lines, entry rejection, black eyes, catty bitches, testosterone touting tools and the somewhat uncanny ability of cabs to do the very opposite of what they were created to.
Wisdom In Years
There are certain perks reserved for the experienced clubber. For instance, after a while girls will start to learn why every guy is just so damn nice to them. The girl who has been clubbing for a few years knows not to trust the Eastern European guy who says the bottle of pills he dropped earlier were vitamins. The experienced bloke will know that if things aren’t heating up after buying the girl 3 drinks then she’s using you. And everyone after a couple of clubbing sessions will have learned that what happens in the nightclub does NOT stay in the nightclub - the entire office or friendship group will learn of your excellent efforts.
Hooray For The Fuzz
Whereas a newcomer to ‘picking up chicks’ and ‘getting para’ may personify their rebellious adolescent side and demonstrate their disapproval of authority by disliking and disrespecting cops, the older clubber knows they’re absolutely fucking awesome. When walking home or past seedy strip clubs at 4am seeing a cop nearby is heaven sent. They deal with violent drunks and greasy bikies and the odd rendezvous with the drunk tank is well worth the security and reassurance the police provide.
Pack Animals
Whereas in the early days it was so much fun to find a new group and hang out with your new friends, you soon learn that doing this solo is just really lame. You’ve gone out with your mates for a reason. Sure, mingle and make new acquaintances but disappearing from your group and divulging the depths of your soul to someone you met 10-minutes ago is dumb.
In the end you’re best off just enjoying your age. People in their 30s wish they were in their 20s, people in their 40s wish they were in their 30s and people in their 50s are just happy they’re still alive. When you’re 25, you yearn for your teens and when you’re 30 you yearn for your 20s. So just enjoy every clubbing experience you can!
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