It was my fabulous friend Sherilla’s 40th birthday last February 28 and she wanted to celebrate her fabulosity (is that even a word?) by bringing her friends to the hottest club in town — Valkyrie at Uptown BGC. You see, the last club I went to was … uhm … well … does Cocomangas count?? (90’s era pa rin! 15 and still standing!). Honestly, only Mars or Euphoria seems to pop in my head (because we were there a lot of Tuesdays in college — now you can guess where I went to college).
Anyway, here are some of the things I realized that night as a clubbing mom (and I’m imagining a mom with a caveman club beating off the teenagers) vs. when I was a clubbing teen.
Is it party time yet? Is it party time yet?
Club doors open at 10:30pm, 2 hours after bedtime at our house. So this gave me plenty of time to bathe the kids, put them to sleep, dress, put on makeup, drop off something at a friend’s house …
… and still get there really early (Tick … tock … tick …. tock …)
… because, FYI, the party at Valkyrie starts at 1AM!
My 20-year-old nieces, Paulene and Nina, gave me sage club advice — as you’re dancing to EDM (Electronic Dance Music for you old fogeys), wait for “The Drop” — it’s that point in the DJ’s mix where he/ she builds up the music to a climax and when it “drops”, the club goes wild. We were joking that the club would scream and jump at “The Drop” then a half-second later, a few of us would scream and jump after realizing that was “the drop” already. (Ok, maybe you had to be there for me to explain better.)
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
20 years ago, I would be so worried about wearing the same outfit within a span of 3 months. On V-day (Valkyrie Day), I didn’t even know what to wear so I just went with my default Mosaic dress which I’ve worn to every beach wedding, cocktail reception, photo shoot and event I’ve been to in the past year-and-a-half (that would be 5, including this event).
The Baby is Now a Middle-Aged Lady
Consent From Minors
Before, I only needed to ask permission from one of my parents. Now, I had to tell my husband, my 2 girls and also a very important person in my life, my yaya. Along with this, I had to keep checking my mobile through the night to see if they needed me at home. I’m grateful we didn’t have mobiles back in college.
As I drove into the night, I kept on thinking if I’d be safe alone, if I would get carjacked, if a policeman would extort money from me for drinking 1 glass of vodka tonic. In the club, I was scared someone would put drugs in my drink if I left it alone. I was scared of drinking too much and getting into an accident. I guess it takes 20 years for the voice of my mom to travel through my ear drums.
I was also scared of the bathroom (a unisex bathroom!!) and what happens in there. HORROR. That was one thing that kept me from not drinking too much. I didn’t want to use the toilet.
Next Day Recovery
I stayed a little past 2AM. Not bad at all — but since the real party started at 1AM, I technically just experienced it for an hour. The next day, I was still able to wake up along with the kids at 7AM and be OK. Motherhood makes one great at surviving on a few hours of sleep.
However, I had to call my chiropractor and myotherapist to cure me from a night of standing and dancing to EDM (naks) in heels.
20 years later, we can now pay for our own table (A table at Valkyrie is about 30k each! Well, really Sherilla paid for it so freeloader pa rin!). Before, we had to look for someone we knew to get us in for free and we would dance all through the night without spending a single centavo. In Valkyrie, there was a table of 20-somethings beside us and I kept wondering if they came to the club regularly. I honestly wanted to tell them — Stop spending your hard-earned money here! Open an equity fund!
Lolas in the House
The night’s running joke was we were #LolasOnTheLoose but despite being able to clearly hear each other, we had so much fun. Compared to when we were in our 20’s, we were accomplished, had our own money and look even better than 20 years ago (and obviously, we appreciate ourselves more). I probably won’t go back to Valkyrie again but I know that wherever I go with my friends, it will be loads of fun.
Happy birthday Sherilla! And thanks for making me leave the house!
And for those club-going kids who just got here via Google and don’t understand my title, here is a song from Mister Mister (from before you were born) to explain.
Quotable Quotes of the Night:
Pwede bang um-order ng rice?
So dapat ba bumaba tayo sa dance floor?
Gwapo kaya yon? (squinting eyes while looking at the far end of the club)
In a few years, lalaki din tiyan niyo! – directed towards the girls in really tight bodycon dresses.