Since I’ve been home for the last couple months, hardly working, I’ve had a lot of time to think and reflect on my life. There’s a lot of things that I need to do to clean up the house, in the two years we’ve lived here we’ve accumulated a lot of crap. Scratch that - *I’ve* accumulated a lot of crap. I’m the packrat. Dave’s the insanely clean one. The other day we passed by a clothes drive at our church. I’ve got a lot of clothes that I no longer wear. As I looked at my closet, it became obvious to me that most of the clothes I’d be cleaning out wouldn’t really be something that would be appropriate to donate to a clothes drive - my clubbing outfits.

I loved to go out and party in college and the years after. My weekends started on Thursday nights at Shelter and I’d go out on Friday and Saturday to places like Karma, The Drink, Stardust, Crobar, Aura, and whatever else was the flavor of the month. There was always something going on and we’d always know someone wherever we went. We’d drink and dance the nights away in the cutest outfits that were strappy, strapless, backless (never did the backless thing, though), shiny, and on the border of being pretty skanky. Hmm, maybe a couple tops were skanky. I accumulated a lot of club outfits throughout the years.

But I’ve realized that my late night/early morning clubbing days are over. I go out to a bar/club only once every several months now. Of course, one reason is that I was pregnant for 9 months, but even when I wasn’t pregnant, we didn’t go out as much as we used to.

So those cute tops need somewhere to go, because I won’t be using them much anymore.

However, will the people who benefit from clothing drives or the Salvation Army really need clothes to club in? Don’t they have better things to do than go out in a cute strappy red sequined top and dance on top of a platform? I think they do.

I’ll be getting rid of my outfits, though, probably giving them to my sister to see if she wants any of them because she might have a couple years of clubbing left in her. Then it’s off to my younger cousin, because she hasn’t even STARTED to conquer the clubbing world yet, and I’m pretty sure she likes being scantily clad (yeah, I’m talking to YOU, panty girl). Whatever she doesn’t need she’s free to sell to one of those stores that buys used skanky club clothing.

So goodbye, club diva days, I’ll miss you. Nights that were spent dancing and drinking are now spent feeding and changing diapers.

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