This is just a story I felt like sharing…the thoughts I think

I have a confession. No, not an altar boy, murderous plot type of confession, but a confession nonetheless. Somewhere between college graduation and the fourth season of America’s Next Top Model, I became a party girl. Not a coke snorting, no panties wearing party girl, but a girl of the night nonetheless.
I lived for going out, getting dolled up and consuming insane amounts of alcohol, only to dance myself into a frenzy and ultimately nurse a hangover the next morning. I went out during the week, on weekends to every bar/lounge/nightclub imaginable. While my partying wasn’t interfering with my work life; I managed to be on-time and productive most days, my partying wasn’t contributing much to my life either.
It was like Cheers, “where everyone knows your name and they’re always glad you came” except after a summer of incessant partying, I wasn’t sure why I came. I began to feel time spent going out religiously could have been better spent creating lasting things in my life like a solid career path, my own business or a memorable relationship. I felt lost amidst the fellow frequent party-goers
After that dizzying summer 3 years ago, I abruptly stopped “clubbing” . The fun had ceased and I became extremely decisive about where I went and who I went out with. Friends called me to go out and my answer was always ”No thanks”. I didn’t see the point in doing something as unproductive as partying, I had been doing it for 3 years and I was no closer to my goals than before. I went out maybe once every couple of months and never had much fun (probably because of my attitude toward it) and resigned that I was done with the “partying” life.
It wasn’t until I became a total hermit that I realized maybe it wasn’t the having fun and partying that was a problem, maybe it was the options and places I frequented. Last weekend, after what seems like 6 months of not going out, a gal pal and I went out. I needed to dance, drink and have a good time, so a nightclub seemed the natural option. While I didn’t have the earth shattering time of my life, it was actually fun. I put the notion that I wouldn’t have fun in the back of mind and freed myself up to have.. (dun, dun, dun) a good time. It certainly wasn’t like old partying days, but it satisfied my urge and even opened my mind up to what being a “reformed party girl” means.
I’ve come up with a “Reformed Party Girl” Creed and Rules… so that if I ever feel the urge to party I can address it, maybe get out and boogie and not worry about having anything but a good time.

Tables are made for Dining not Dancing !
Just because they MIX it doesn’t mean you should DRINK it!
Thou shall not be Peer Pressured!
Girl’s Night’s Out are the exception and sometimes the rule
Twitter is the hottest nightspot and it never closes~~~
Respect the power of the Dance floor; don’t worship it
Partying out of town is like cheating out of town, it doesn’t count
If Free b4 11 is the only incentive; Stay Home
Sometimes the hottest club is the one with only 4 guests: You, your bed, remote and TV
I can’t be the only “Reformed Party Girl”? Do you have a love/hate relationship with partying?
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