Too Old to Rave

Last Saturday, all four kids wanted to have a sleepover with their cousins. The house was empty and quiet. Around 11 pm, I asked my wife if she wanted to go out. She refused at first, but was convinced that we hadn’t been on a date night in 17 years.

We headed to Eden Center to check out the new Popup joint. There was a rave party so we decided to check it out. As we stood in line to get in, we were aware that we were the oldest couple there. The bouncer who was even older than me said to me, “Are you sure you want to go in?” I replied, “Hell yeah!” He didn’t bother to check our IDs. He announced to everyone, “We got an OG in the building.” I laughed and replied, “Thanks G. Do you have a senior discount?” I paid $20 entry charges for me and my wife.

Most of the kids were Asian in their 20s. I was not sure if they were Vietnamese or other Asians. They weren’t dancing to the music. They were just standing around drinking. The music was not loud enough and the beats weren’t captivating either. We found a seat over at the food court side. My wife didn’t want a drink. She was on her phone. I was not in the mood for drinking either. I walked around just to check out the scene. Most of them dressed casually. Then I saw two Asian girls wearing thongs exposing their booty cheeks. I headed to the bathroom, but there was a line of boys waiting to take a piss. I went back to our seats. After half an hour of being there, I realized we didn’t belong there. I felt like we were chaperones at a school dance.

The night was still young and we were not in the mood for food. We headed straight to MGM. The casino floor was crowded. We were thirsty. I ordered a beer for myself and water for her. We walked around the casino, but didn’t feel like losing our hard-earned money. We left MGM around 1:30 am and came back home around 2:00 am.

It was not terribly exciting, but we got out of the house for a bit. We tried to rejuvenate our youth, but let’s just face it: we’re fucking old.