As I’ve got older I go out less, or rather the going out I do is different. Whereas in the past it would have been bars and clubs, these days its more likely to be cinemas and restaurants. And I really don’t mind that most of the time. I haven’t had the interest or energy for clubbing for a good number of years.
But occasionally I do miss those epic nights out, those ones that you only have when you are young, where the night takes you on an adventure, where you end up somewhere entirely differently from where you planned and meet weird characters along the way.
Last night I saw a film that made me think about these nights out. “Wrong Numbers” was the low-budget debut by Alex Holdridge who directed “In Search of a Midnight Kiss” which I loved. It was about one of those epic nights, following two 19 year olds quest for alcohol. It was perhaps a juvenile story, but well-written and acted and I’m not so old as not remember what those nights were like.
You just don’t have these kinds of nights out when you’ve got a mortgage and a (semi) serious job. You go where you intended to, you have enough money to get home and you stick the friends you came with.
Gone are the nights of;
- Drinking syrup-like real ale from a beer festival because everywhere else is closed (me)
- A homeless man vomiting in your car (characters in Wrong Numbers)
- Going to the wake of a stranger to continue drinking (me)
- Attempting to steal beer from a shop by just running out with it (characters in Wrong Numbers)
- Ending up in a cabaret club hosted by a Japanese transexual that you've never been able to find since (me)
- Being lured into a religious group's meeting on the promise of drink (Wrong Numbers)
- Walking home barefoot from a club and buying a freshly baked loaf from the bakers at 6am (me)