I finally feel OLD

Something happened to me when I turned 30 last May 3.
Not sure what it was but something clicked.
I was ready to not only be grown up but also quite possibly act it.

My family has always said I was a 45-year-old living in a 12 year olds body back 1988.
I was fascinated with the French Revolution, family history and classical music (ok, Phantom and Les Miz too).
So maybe in the past couple of years (ok, 10 years) I have been partying like mad because I missed out as a youth.

Sure I was doing loads of naughty things at raves in 1994 in Atlanta, but moving to NYC is a whole other batch of marbles.
These kids definitely gallop with loose reigns.

But recently I have had nary the desire to hear a new DJ, watch Cazwell rap or stare at Amanda Lepore in amazement. It all just lost its luster. I guess it also has to do with the opening of the Beatrice Inn. This spot is my dream of all dreams of what a bar should be. So classy, low ceilings, bartenders in ties, a fireplace nook and the sweetest hosts. Well, for some reason the doorman never lets my dates in, but hey, when you are in trainers is that my fault? It is filled with 30+ ladies and gentleman who can swing dance, twist, boogie or just plain plop on a bar stool and talk till 5am.

The point is this. I went out to Don Hills last Saturday and felt so out of place! I think the Misshapes were playing, whom I detest. I thought there was some David Lachapelle party there that night so I took a mob of friends but I later found out that party was at the Box. Luckily my dear daddy of a friend Thomas Onorato was at the door and comp'd us all.

I was in YSL, Price was in Lanvin, Salman in Brooks Brothers tux and Fay and Deepak in Opening Ceremony. We looked pretty swank and we walk into a mass of American Apparel, trainers, leggings and glitter (which I will never stop loving).

The music was early 90's rave and techno that we had all been through and were not really ready to hear again.
I saw some people I knew but most must of been 18 and up. We all just stood in the middle of the bar, took a deep breath and said- what the hell are we doing here? But it was too cold to move on so what else to do? Shots! That helped make that Daft Punk song sounds a bit better and then Justin, Paul and Anna showed up and were already gonzo so they lifted the mood.

Don’t get me wrong - we had fun and it was a nice change from the Beatrice but it really made me realize this is just no longer my scene! I want to dress up not in eyeliner but in suits. I want to listen to a remix of Nina Simone more than a techno mash up. But don’t think for a minute I’m calling nightlife quits! Ill still have dinner parties that last till sun rise, boogie at the Beatrice till the liquor runs dry and occasionally pass out on a mystery mattress but I think Club Kid Cator may be laid to rest, for now….