What Katy Did: Clubbing up north
Feeling frustrated at a lack of enthusiasm on behalf of her friends, columnist Katy decided to drive north on her own to sample a new club night in Lowestoft - and was glad she did.
Why is it that when you reach certain ages, people start having different expectations of you and what you ought to be doing? Recently I've started to feel like somewhat of an outcast among friends for still enjoying the whole clubbing scene, which none of them seem to want to experience anymore.
Of course, this isn't exactly true as there are plenty of people my age and older who still enjoy a night out on the town but the reason my feelings were heightened recently was because, having found someone to come to a new night up in Lowestoft, that same friend then pulled out with her reason being she had grown out of clubbing. She is 23.
Now, I'm not saying my friend doesn't have the right to change her mind about the whole clubbing scene, people are, after all, allowed to change their interests, but seeing as how none of my close friends ever instigate a night on the tiles - it's always me looking for others to join in - I was beginning to feel like an anomaly among my peers.
When you're in your teenage years, getting together for a night out is not a problem as everyone's up for it. When you get to my age (even saying that makes me sound old, which at 28 I don't consider myself to be) and people start settling down, it takes a military operation to get everyone to commit to a date even to have dinner, let alone a night dancing.
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But anyway, undeterred by my friend's absence, I decided to drive up to Lowestoft on my own to the inaugural Love Bug night at Hush Hush (formerly Hanks) on the seafront.
It may sound a rather brave thing to do but I knew the Djs playing that night and had agreed to meet up with them, so it wasn't like I would be totally by myself. But whereas youngsters tend to flock together and move around clubs en masse, once I get into the music I really don't care if I'm on my own on the dance floor or not; I think age has definitely brought out my independent side in that respect.
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Over all I was pretty impressed with the club's makeover. Not that I'd seen it before, but I liked the kind of burlesque, boutique theme they had going on upstairs. I especially liked the swanky glass sinks in the ladies loos that created a waterfall effect.
The music turned out not to be funky house, which I like, but dirty electro, which was how the DJ's described it. While there were a few tracks that didn't really do it for me, I was able to shake my bootie on the dance floor for a solid three hours and had a whale of a time, not least because Lowestoft has some unusual characters who tend to congregate towards this sort of music (there is one, always with a different crazy pattern shaved into his hair, that I seem to see each time I head north of the county to go clubbing).
The drive home along the zig-zaggy A12 was a bit of a killer but luckily I had a car to follow the whole way, so that gave me something to concentrate on. My head hit the pillow at around 5am, which pretty much wiped out the next day.
A few weeks later I was clubbing in Ipswich again, at Liquid Envy, after having had a birthday meal for one of my salsa friends.
Surrounded by people my age and even much older, I felt happy again, secure in the knowledge that I am not the only one who likes to dance the night away. The only problem was that due to a heavy gym session the night before, my legs felt like lead and I had to give up at 12.30pm and head to my bed, where I stayed until noon the next day, unable to move.
I still love clubbing but it doesn't half take it out of you more as you get older. Perhaps a night in front of the TV isn't such a bad idea after all.