Party Girls Gone Mild!

Picture if you will that its 1997. The lights are low in a crowded club with music thumping in the background forcing any communication to be at a scream level. While twirling around the dance floor with friends a deep voice whispers in your ear (ok more of a yell than whisper but go with me here) "You look thirsty...can I buy you a drink?"

Now fast forward 10 years to the present. You are sitting in the driver seat of your 2003 Hyundai Santa Fe waiting for your turn at the front of the line to drop your two children off to school. Dreading the 45 minute drive that is to follow to get to the office job you can barely stand when a small voice from the back seat proclaims..."This sandwich looks yucky...can I buy my lunch today?"

Yes ladies and gentlemen that is my life then and now. I've traded in my dancing shoes for a pair of sensible pumps with a low heel. I would love to tell you that I adore my current role as servant to my two wonderful children...and many days that is true. I wouldn't trade my lovelies for anything. But there are moments, usually as I'm sitting at home Friday night watching yet another rerun of Spongebob Squarepants, that I long for those carefree days of binge drinking and dancing until the bars close. Then going out in the parking lot afterwards to dance to the residual music in my head and the hum of the street lights (ahhh good times, good times).

I know there must be many of us out there. Those forced to repress their inner wildness and join the masses for PTA meetings and punch in the school cafeteria. I say we should embrace our craziness and scream loud and proud "Party People UNITE!" I say spike that disgusting red pta punch and watch the party unfold. Go ahead and crank up that music in the car pool lane...with the windows down. Start dancing to that mellow elevator music piped into the supermarket (sure you can...just imagine it with a techno beat. Yeah I see your head bobbing). So next time you are in the frozen food aisle at your local supermarket and you see that wild person dirty dancing with their cart feel free to join in and know you are in good company.