So this Saturday is my Sorority’s Founder’s Day. There is a huge party celebrating the event at a nightclub in Philly. I am one of the hosts of this affair and have to get dressed up and *gasp* hang out in the club.
Now believe me, I have a secret clubhead past. You must remember, I grew up in the 80′s and 90′s when we saw the emergence of hip hop, house music and reggae hitting the mainstream in New York City. I have been hanging out in clubs since I was 17. I love music and I love dancing. You know….the throw on a pair of Girbaud shorts, a white tank top and dance on a speaker till your clothes are wet and your hair is jacked up kinda dancing. There isn’t a club in NYC that I didn’t go to in my day.
However, at this stage in my life, a night at a club is about as appealing as a bikini wax. The thought of getting dressed up and standing around looking cute for hours in heels until 2am? YAWN. I would so much rather be in my pj’s lounging on my couch watching a movie.
I will be a good sport though. All of my younger sorors are all hyped up for the party. I am off to find a dress (in my closet) and some shoes (at the store….I can always use a new shoe!). I’ll probably be asleep on my couch all day Sunday paying for it.
What do you have on deck for the weekend?