I normally come home from Country Night loving my life, feeling great, and knowing I just spent the last 5 hours with friends dancing and singing the night away. Friday night, not so much. Don't get me wrong, I had a blast with my friends, and did dance and sing the night away, but at the same time I came home disgusted at theses 'young folk'. Young folk who feel the need to dress with ALL of themselves hanging out, who drink to much and can't hold their own, or who feel the need to start fights in the bar.
It's not often that I feel grown up- dude I kinda still live off my parents bank account- but Friday night I felt like my head was full of grey hairs, and I had aged 100 years. I live and breathe Country Night. I'm refusing to let this one bad experience shape how much I love this bar- rather I am letting the experience resonate with me and allowing it to bring on the question 'who am I?'.
I am a woman who loves country music, good times with friends, and enjoys Friday nights with the girls at the Moose. I know I have a past, and it's made who I am today, but either way, I'm forgetting what I did in first year, or I'm getting old?
I think its
I remember my past. I'm trying to erase it.
I think I'm just getting old.