I remember that time when I was quite the party girl. It was not so long ago and did not last for long either. My first two years at university, I was in a relationship and never really had the opportunity to go clubbing often. It is when I moved to New Zealand that I let it all out. From Wednesday to Saturday, sometime even Sunday, I was out, partying.
We had a pattern. Pre-drink from 9pm to 12am, clubbing from 12am to very early morning. Some nights, I’d go out till 5 or 6am, got back home at 7am and sleep for a few hours… or not at all. Like this time I went clubbing while having a finals the next day. Not very wise indeed but I got an A+ so I guess, it was not that bad.
One week, I did a Grand Chelem. From Thursday night to Sunday a week later. 10 days. Gosh that was exhausting. After that, I was not able to bear the smell of wine for quite some time. I suppose it forced me to take a break. A year long break actually… I moved to Italy for a year where I had so much university work – and friends who were not party animals – that I quit partying totally. I lost all the weight I had put on in New Zealand.
So that’s what happens when you quit alcohol.
When I got back to France and then moved to London, my party girl past caught up with me and I was back in clubs, spending a fortune on drinks. Just so we are clear, I have had a few very bad hangover but I was rarely wasted, I always knew when to stop. My party history is not consistent. It was on and off depending on where I was and what I was doing. However, during those “off periods”, I missed it quite a lot.
So much so, that when I was not partying, I felt quite guilty about it. I had gone into the habit of clubbing, drinking, dancing. And for a long time, going out was my main form of social life. So when it stopped, I felt very bad, like I no longer had a social life. That was a hard one to take.
Ironically though… I was growing increasingly lazy and reluctant to go out at all. I was missing being a party girl while not putting any effort to get back into that lifestyle. Because, believe it or not, I grew quite fond of cosy nights in with a book, a movie or a good meal. I grew quite fond of going out for drinks but being back before midnight. Finally, I grew quite fond of being able to fully enjoy my weekend.
When I was a student, I had no obligations to show up in class. If I had been partying all night, I could just skip class. Now that I work full-time, I can’t do that anymore. I need to show up no matter what I have done the night before. The only time I can rest or caught up with sleep is at the weekend now.
I admire those who can do it all – working, partying and functioning. I used to be able to do it and I wish it was still the case but it is not. But I had to make a choice. Since I was not willing to spend my weekend tired and hangover, I had to find a new form of social life. Good things that there are so many. Going out for a few drinks, meeting for brunch or coffee, reading, riding my bike, blogging, etc. So many good options.
I still enjoy going dancing from time to time but I said goodbye to the party girl. I am quite enjoying my (not so) boring new life, adjusting, settling in, finding new ways to keep me busy. My social life has changed as I have and I no longer feel guilty about it. And now I have a tiny kitten to keep me company!
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What about you? Have you ever felt bad or guilty for not going out? Or not being a party animal? Did you used to be and have you seen a change? More of a cozy night in kind of person now?
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