35 Is The New...

Saturday Night.

In the past few years, I've changed. A lot. I used to look forward to and like to go out on Saturday nights, mainly because I liked to dance and meet up with friends, but now I'd rather sit at home and just watch TV by myself. I don't know if it's because Harrisburg's gay nightlife has gotten boring, if it's because I really don't enjoy drinking and getting drunk anymore, if it's because most of my friends are younger and still into the bar/club scene, or maybe it's that I've just grown up.

To me, at the age of 35, going out to the bar every weekend just reeks of desperation. Getting drunk every weekend reeks of desperation, and immaturity. I didn't want to become "That Guy". You know, the one that is at the bar every weekend, even sometimes during the week, hanging out with people 10 years their junior and clinging to their youth. We all see him, we all make fun of him. We all are destined to become him. Well, not me.

35 is the new Saturday Night.