After a long, stressful week of work, a night out with your friends can be exactly what you need to erase the memories of conference calls, assignments, and traumatic subway rides. Going out in your twenties is different from your college days; you have money, your own apartment (or at least an apartment with a few friends & comfy couches), and you know the good neighborhoods to explore. However, as you move along through life and enter your late twenties, it becomes painfully clear that your nights out have drastically changed since your early twenties days. To sum up the differences, here are some things I have said in regards to a night out – early twenties vs. late twenties.
Early 20s: Wait, you want to get there at 11? No way, that’s wayyyy too early! We should be maybe leave at 11 after we pregame, the bar doesn’t close till 4.
Late 20s: Wait, it starts at 11pm? I was hoping to be home by 11:30. I have a 9:30 spin class tomorrow! Ok fine, I’ll go. Ugh.
Early 20s: I’m wearing this super cute skirt…no it’s not a tube top, it’s a skirt. Of course I’m wearing heels and no, I’m not bringing a coat. Where would I put it?
Late 20s: What am I wearing? I don’t know, probably a dress and boots. No not heels, I’m not walking 10 blocks in heels. Yes I’m bringing a coat and you should too. It’s winter, what are you 21?
Early 20s: I’ll go anywhere that has good music so we can dance!
Late 20s: There’s nowhere to sit down…I hate this place. Can’t we just go to a normal bar? This place is loud. That place has a cover? Hell no.
Early 20s: Anything fun with a good beat.
Late 20s: Who’s the DJ here a frat boy? Let’s go to this place, my friend’s husband’s band is playing, they’re pretty awesome.
Early 20s: I’ll have a double vodka cranberry.
Late 20s: Whiskey. Neat.
And of course…the Morning After
Early 20s: I feel fine! I never get hangovers. Do you guys wanna go to the diner?
Late 20s: I. Am. Dying.
I’m not saying that people in their late twenties are all lame or people in their early twenties are all party animals, but take it from someone who was once a 21 year-old party girl who now spends her weekends getting up early for spin class, grabbing fresh produce at the farmer’s market, and considers grabbing a beer with a friend “going out”. What constitutes a good night out (laid back bar with 20+ beers on tap) vs. what is my personal nightmare (a club) changes with age.