Party Animal.

"When I was a child I spoke as a child I understood as a child I thought as a child; but when I became a man I put away childish things." I Cor. xiii. 11.

Every now and again I find myself getting a little stir-crazy. I have the need to get dressed up, hair curled, makeup applied to perfection , heels on my feet that are more painful than the look is worth, and a little black dress that makes me feel like marilyn monroe at least for the night. A cinderella story that makes me feel like for a few moments that I am the superstar and everyone is watching me. 

So I go through the motions:

Find the sitter. 

Tuck my hunnie-pie in bed, in her warm footy- "jam jams".

Kiss her goodnight.

Give instructions to the teen that I used to be, responsible for just more than sinking into the couch for the evening, to watch an abundance of Jersey Shore or Teen Mom- 

And off I go. 

Every now and again, these nights are needed.

 Not just the usual trip to the bowling alley donning the notorious black top with jeans and black boots. We're talking,  taking a road down the long winding, exhausting trip, better known as downtown Grand Rapids.

Ah yes, into the land where Everyone feels like they're the superstar... And where every 20 something is on the prowl for the most drunken-evening filled with loud music so obnoxious that you can't hear the person across the table saying how AWESOME this bar is.

 *eye roll. 

And then the old-lady card gets figuratively slapped on my forehead. Despite how amazing I may feel in my hot black dress and superstar mentality- I feel like I'm melting away into the distance, watching a bad Teen Movie, portraying the many annoyances that I once felt about high school.

Every girl looks exactly the same. 

Every guy is looking for the girl who looks like the last girl, who just turned him down at the bar.

Every waitress  ignores the girl ordering the beer, 

But flaunt themselves to the drunk ordering tequila and some stupid shot named after the stripper down on the local corner. 

"YEAHHH LETS TAKE A PURPLE-HAIRED-SPICY LUCY SHOT"

 YAAAAH *FIST PUMP.

And the worst part is , people like these places. People go out all of the time, weekly and sometimes more than that- to bar hop. To go to more and more of these identical bars with Irish names with notoriety for being a breeding ground for drunken disorderly conduct. 

And I find it difficult to put on the party-face, and just blend in. 

Blend in with the girl next to me who's most responsibility in life is to pay her parents 100 bucks for rent- and to make sure she can struggle through her English 101 course down at the community college to try and make it on the Dean's list. 

*sigh.  To be without obligations right? 

And I say it without an ounce of envy in my voice, I can assure you. The fact remains that with life comes maturity and growth.. IT has to. 

Yet , there are people who manage to continue on with life- acting as though they are not supposed to move forward. 

I got told the other day that my "three drink limit" followed by an early-night-bedtime, was depressing. Why does it have to be? Why can't the expectation be the opposite. That we embrace being adults and acting like normal functioning members of society, instead of feigning for the next hangover and feeling awful about poor decisions made the night previous? 

The world is filled with Snooki-lindsay lohan-reality tv star wannabe's. 

We're trained to be stupid.