When I lived in my parent's home, I was raised very strictly. I wasn't allowed to visit friend's homes, they weren't allowed to visit my home, no parties, no dances, no nuttin. Just go to school, go to cheerleading practice, go to games, and come home.
I started socializing around age 14 when I started going to lessons to prepare me for making my debut and then...beauty pageants. Yes...ya girl...the Ninja herself...was a beauty pageanter. *sigh* (Do NOT throw this tidbit up in my face later...it embarrasses me. LOL!)
I was allowed to socialize with the young ladies I met at classes and rehearsals...but even then...socializing was at a BARE MINIMUM as my father was of the mind that NOBODY and I mean NOBODY should be responsible for taking care of us in their absence other than the school system.
We were a two television household. One in my parent's room where we were only allowed if invited and the other in the family room. And it was hardly ever on. LOL!
For entertainment, my brothers and I did outside stuff, built things, played basketball, football, baseball, etc. Me solo...mostly just read. And read, and read, and read. My escape. My...something to do.
In college, I would go out with my friends to the different fraternity and sorority parties that were held after games and I would always find myself roaming around the room wondering why in the HELL was I there. BUT...keep in mind...I still looked a little odd then. Still didn't make many waves. Mostly I just gave my friends without cars rides to the parties and then picked them up later. LOL!
The books kept stacking up.
Being a young adult in Louisiana left your options very limited.
Because of a family connection, I started working in politics and had access to lots of events that were pretty much the same thing...lol. Instead of roaming around, however, I was seated at a table for 10 where the price of the plate of chicken was pretty steep...all in the name of fund raising. And...the Nupe Juice was replaced by glasses of proper wine. LOL!
During this time I had a distant cousin who owned a club and more and more I found myself there helping out at the front door. AT THE FRONT DOOR. I had more fun there laughin with the security guys and seeing everyone come in than I EVER did roaming around inside the club.
Dallas, Texas.
By the time I got to Dallas...I was MONICA MINGO skrait up in full effect. LOL! VERY aware that men thought I was VERY cute. And yes...I was. I'd finally grown into my own so to say. Seriously...when I lived there...I became VERY, VERY CUTE. It was like my peek. LOL! I dressed fly as hell. My body was SUPER tight and even though on the slim side...I had the right type of curves. Long and lean. HotNESS!
Go Monnie...it's ya birfday...Go Monnie...getcha groove on!
I remember the very first person I met, outside of the people I already knew, was this dude that was, at the time, the premier party thrower and he was a smart guy. He wanted all the pretty people at his parties...so I would go. Different caliber of clubbing from what I was used to in Louisiana and I have to say...I enjoyed it. Pretty people, FABULOUS fashions, good, clean partying. NO SMOKING! My steelo.
My sister used to visit often on the weekends too (she was working on her Master's during this time) and we, along with our friend Regis, would be everywhere the pretty people were.
Fewer books. Pretty much tub reads only.
This went on for three or four years and then, suddenly, I didn't WANT to go anymore even though my "pretty people partying friends" still harassed me to go. I would just rather stay home.
Partyin' evolving.
When I initially moved to the DC Metro, I never went out as I was in a serious relationship. We did things couples do I guess but mostly they were things he had an established routine of doing because he'd lived here all his life. I should have known I was in trouble when I found out he bowled every Wednesday. Nuttin wrong with bowling. Just not MY thing. I'm not bowling league kinda people. Not my steelo.
Back to book'in.
When he and I broke up, Weezy...one of my best friends, who was here getting his MBA, started making me go out with him.
Weezy is one of those good guys that just wants everyone to be happy and when he went out he had a good time so he figured that would happen with me too. He soon got annoyed with me being all hyped to go out, dancing to bounce music in the car dressed to the nines on the drive there, using my "pretty girl" status and confidence to skip the lines, and then...twenty minutes later...."Say bruh...you ready to go?"
Would drive him NUTS! (Love you Weezy!)
(It has since been revealed that he only wanted me to come with him so we didn't stand in line and because I gave him all the drinks guys bought me because, at the time, I didn't drink. Punk.)
Soon, my weekends were regulated to having dinner with Weezy on Friday evening and then him going out and me on the sofa watching movies. Saturdays would be pretty much the same. We all would hang out during the day, I'd cook, they'd eat and then the party goers would go kick it and I would stay on my sofa and enjoy my space as well as my pace.
BOOKS, BOOKS, BOOKS!
Monnie style. My kinda party.
Single Ma asked me do I go out. LOL! I replied...what do you consider going out? I go out to dinner. I go out to the concerts and comedy shows I want to see. I go out to the theater, I go out to the symphony. I go out to a movie...but no...I do NOT go out clubbing.
It's not my steelo.
Now hey...there's nothing wrong with going out clubbing and lounging if it's what YOU want to do...but that's just NOT my thing.
If I had the choice between pulling together a fit to go to a club or lounge where you don't show up till after 9:00, driving there, parking, going in where folks are smoking (MIGRAINE ALERT!), leaving a couple of hours later, driving home late at night, getting home having to take a shower cuz I stink of smoke AS OPPOSED TO.....having dinner with my guy, watching a movie with my guy, and taking my old azz to bed at a decent time so I won't wake up too cranky the next morning...well...yall know I prefer the latter. Or if you didn't know...now ya know.
EVOLVED.
Once again...nuttin wrong with going out if that's your thing. We can all meet for lunch or dinner prior to doing so in order that I may be included in the revelry...but I'm not one to be out all late all the time. I'd rather be home. Really...I'd rather be home. It's my STEELO.
My home is my own little playing ground and has been put together with my and Robby's enjoyment in mind. Anyone who has been to my home will tell you my favorite spot. The right side of the sofa with the recliner part kicked out. Usually there is a glass of wine, or a mug of tea or cocoa with snacks in comfortable reach. I'm surrounded by my BOOKS and computers (yes...plural...still can't get that dang Mac to work right...ROFL!) and I have every cable channel available so I can usually find a movie and if not...I watch VH1 Soul Videos.
Robby loves to watch sports. So downstairs we have the sports guy type of tv and that's his room. It's allllllllllllllllllllllll his.
Yes we sing, yes we dance, yes we laugh, the wine can flow if we want to. There is music, books, etc. Entertainment. Waaaaaaaaaaay more than I had in my parent's home. Club Monnie & Robby.
WE BE PARTYINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!
Where are you in the "going out" evolution of your life? Do you go out, out? Do you have a good time? Does your significant other go out, out? If you don't go out, out, what do you consider a good time? And...if you're single and don't like going out, out...how do you meet other single people?
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