Finally A Cool Kid

   
Today is my first day in ONEDERLAND!!! Very exciting I must say. So I am now with the cool kids on the better side of 200lbs:)

  

I also felt like a bit of a cool kid last night. My Dubai friend and I met at his hotel for wine and then spent the the remainder of the evening, night and early hours of the morning clubbing. No, that was not a typo- Nora went clubbing. I actually enjoyed clubbing in my younger, single days, but Kenny flat out hates it. The last time I had a clubbing night was two years ago... in Dubai with the same Mr. Dubai.

   

When he saw me he very matter-of-factly looked me up and down and said 'You've lost A LOT of weight' just like that. So many friends really dance around the subject of weight, and it was quite refreshing for someone to be rather blunt. It probably helps that he is appearance conscious, body conscious and generally on the vain side. I don't mean that as a criticism, merely some added context. Because image is important to him, he really analyzes these things in other people. Knowing this, I wanted to make sure that I looked as good as possible. He hadn't seen me since February 2010, and he deserved to see the new and improved Nora. I think he was impressed.

   

After drinks at the hotel we hit the first club. Then we made it to the second. Then we went to the third. The third was a popular Mayfair club, known for snooty people working the door. It is more like multiple layers of people working the door, sigh. The people in front of us were turned away and I thought, oh crap, we aren't going to get in. How embarrassing. Mr. Dubai dealt with the door people, who obviously looked us up and down (and then down and up) to determine whether we 'fit'. Apparently we did, and in we went. There is absolutely NO way I would have been allowed in even a few months ago. Even though the opinion of door women is something I would typically not care about at all, I liked the endorsement!

   

We stayed at this club for an hour or two-- long enough that my ears only stopped ringing when I started typing this post. Men were very nice to me, and the club's promoter even gave me his details so he can invite me to a club opening. Not like I will go, but again I liked the endorsement. Mr. Dubai got way too drunk, and I decided that it was time for me to leave. I finally got here at about 3. Impressively, I still got up at 7:30 and was at the gym before 9:)

   

My night with Mr. Dubai was really enjoyable, but it made me appreciate my life a little more. Going out and being part of that scene is fun once in a blue moon. When I haven't been out I miss it and can envy my friends, such as Mr. Dubai, who are single and free-- who can just do what they want when they want and party like it's 1999. I know that I won't need another night out like this for quite some time. More importantly, it reminds me that my life is great and that I wouldn't trade my relationship and my stability (albeit boring at times) for the flexibility to go back into Party Mode. It only took a little dose of actually experiencing my former life to remember all of this!