I am no longer 21

"How old are you? 21?" I asked.
"Oh you flatter me. I am older than that," Random Club Guy replied, his arms still wrapped around me. RCG had come up to me when I was innocently dancing with my friends and put his arms around me, like we were bffs. I only have one bff and his name is not RCG!
"Ok, 24?" I guessed.
"Oh, no I am not that old."
I looked up at RCG, smiled, and patted his cheek before ducking out from under his arms.

And this is why I no longer go clubbing. I am too old and I do not feel like getting hit on by random guys who aren't even smooth. But why was I at Soundbar yesterday partying with the kiddies? Because just like May helping me carry my heavy bowling ball purse without complaint, I was taking one for the team. I don't usually like taking ones for the team, but like I said, I am old, so I guess, I've also matured.

May's friend, Eddie from Miami, came into town for the weekend and I was asked to help entertain him - it sounded easy enough, so I agreed. We went to Kroll's for a few beers on Thursday and watched the Sox game and the Bears preseason. That was easy. I can do that with my hands tied behind my back. And then Eddie mentioned wanting to go to Crobar the next night. In his previous life, before law school (yes I know, who ISN'T going to law school?), he was a DJ, so he's really into house music and the clubbing scene. Apparently Chicago's Crobar was the inspiration for the Crobars in NYC and Miami, so he really wanted to check the place out.

Back in my previous life as a 21 year old college student, I would've happily agreed to go with him but now I am old and the thought of paying a 20 dollar cover so gross guys in pinstriped button up shirts can grind up on me was not very appealing at all. We ended up compromising. We went to Soundbar, instead of Crobar, and I didn't have to pay cover.

Here is what I learned while I was at Soundbar:

• Somethings are ageless, like eating ice cream cones and riding your bike, but clubbing is not one of those things.
• Bathroom attendants make me feel sad, but not sad enough to tip them for handing me a paper towel.
• Wapanese guys aren't just white, they can be half Cuban/half Lebanese guys who look Italian. (No judgment, Eddie.)
• A taxi from Soundbar to my apartment is only 14 bucks including tip. Which is a small price to pay for a quick and painless escape.
• Next time I'll have to think before I ask for bowling ball bag carrying favors.