I’ve always had a passion for celebration. My university days are a hazy mix of parties, colorful cocktails, midnight fast-food runs, and attending classes in less-than-ideal states. But now, as I navigate life at 38, I realize that those carefree days are behind me. If I want a social life that goes beyond kids’ birthday celebrations and awkward product sales events, I face a couple of unappealing choices.
First, I could muster the energy to get dressed up and brave a nightclub, only to step inside and discover I’m surrounded by vibrant twenty-somethings, all sporting flawless figures. Suddenly, I feel like a relic, watching them laugh and dance, yelling over the music, “OMG, I’m sooooo drunk!”
The second option is to visit a subdued bar where everyone quietly sips their cocktails under low lighting, resembling off-duty professionals. While I enjoy a good martini and a calm atmosphere, there are times when I just want to dance without feeling like I’m aging prematurely.
It’s a tough spot for those of us in our thirties. We’re too old to comfortably fit in at clubs filled with people who probably weren’t even born when we were in high school, yet we’re not quite ready for the quiet cocktail scene. We’re brimming with confidence in many areas of life, but the social landscape can feel oddly uncomfortable.
Isn’t it a twist of fate?
The answer is simple: we need a venue specifically designed for thirty-somethings. Picture this: a dance floor free from the energetic crowd of the under-twenties, where ’90s hits play regularly. I mean, who could resist dancing to Sir Mix-a-Lot?
This venue would open at 7 PM, allowing us to enjoy dinner first because we’ve learned the hard way that drinking on an empty stomach is a recipe for disaster. Closing time would be 1 AM, since many of us have responsibilities in the morning beyond recovering from a night of indulgence.
There would be enticing two-for-one drink specials, which are essential when you’re managing real-life expenses like a mortgage—or at least that hefty fee for the babysitter. A cozy lounge area would provide a retreat from the dance floor when the music becomes too loud (a volume that seems to induce headaches more than it did in our twenties).
Imagine bathroom attendants stocked with essentials like ibuprofen, hand sanitizer, and Tums. Maybe even a massage therapist on-site for those occasions when we attempt to keep up with the latest dance moves.
And let’s not forget a complimentary shuttle service—because we’ve matured enough to know that letting the sober friend drive is not always the best plan. The shuttle could even take us through the Taco Bell drive-thru upon request, but with a gentle reminder of what it might do to our aging digestive systems.
This venue would be a magical haven, allowing us to revel in life’s joys with the enthusiasm we had in our youth, all while maintaining the wisdom that comes with our thirties. No longer would we feel out of place for knowing when to stop drinking or for heading home before the clock strikes midnight.
I need a place where I can sing “Shoop” from beginning to end without being judged by kids who weren’t even born when it first came out.
Somebody needs to make this a reality. The first round is on me, but only during the two-for-one special—because bills don’t pay themselves.
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In summary, thirty-somethings deserve their own dedicated venues that cater to their unique social needs—places where they can dance, unwind, and enjoy a spirited night out without feeling out of place.