20 Year old me vs 40 year old me

Let the fight commence!

I love the party season in the UK. Every top and dress has sparkle in it, everyone agrees to one more glass of champagne and those of us that are of a certain age and with children finally lift ourselves from the safety of our sofa, take off our jogging bottoms, put a bit of eyeliner on and decide to be social.

Now despite my willingness to partake in as much of the party season as I can muster the energy for, I do things very differently now, as a 40-year-old, than I did as a 20-year-old embarking on a night out.   Here are my two different versions:Bubbly


20yr old: Get ready from about 6pm, take approximately 2 hours. Spend ages on hair & makeup. Call up friends to find out what they are doing.  Drinks at home before heading out at 9pm.

40yr old: Get ready in mad rush between putting kids to bed and babysitter arriving. Leave hair as is, do minimal makeup.  Head out as soon as babysitter arrives (hopefully 7pm), time is money!


20yr old: Wear short dress/skirt, heels and no coat regardless of the weather.  Putting a coat in the cloak room loses valuable drinking time. Mini handbag, just fits a credit card, cash and my lipstick.

40yr old: Wear glamorous but sensible outfit (if there is food involved, needs to be roomy or elasticated), heels in handbag, flats for walking, cardigan in case bar is chilly and coat. Normal handbag, I need everything in there….probably.


20yr old: Follow rule “eating is cheating”.  Saves on money for drinking.

40yr old: Eat before going out to  ensure you don’t get too drunk as you are up at 7am with a small child.  May even pre-empt hangover with two nurofen.


20yr old: No specific plans organised. Meet in a bar Centrally, have a few drinks, go somewhere else, head of to a club when we’ve made up our mind which one.

40yr old: Must be a pub/bar with seating.  Need to arrive fairly early as we have to leave at 10.30pm so we’re back before midnight to let the babysitter go home. (At any rate, I’m going to struggle to keep my eyes open until 10pm).  We’ve only got 2 hours people, let’s have fun QUICKLY.


20yr old:  Loud, Recent, Dancey, House Music ideal.  Lets go mental!

40yr old:  Not too loud I want to chat, definitely would like to dance, House Music still ideal as is anything on Radio 1 (still my fav station – I’m so hip!).  Let’s not go too mental. I don’t think they dance like that anymore.


20yr old: Random conversations with strangers on the tube. Might pole dance on the bars.  Swig of wine from a bottle working its way up the carriage.  Singing, laughing, loud.

40yr old: My feet are hurting, I’m cold, I’m tired, we should have left a bit earlier, What the hell is that girl wearing?  Please don’t talk to me weird bloke with beard.  I just want to be in bed, I miss my bed, mourn for bed.


20yr old: Crawl out of bed at 1pm.  Lots of tea and water. Bring duvet to sofa and watch anything that happens to be on.  Everyone who stayed over wakes up and we do a full post-mortem on the night. Someone offers to go and get takeaway. We dare each other to be the first to have a cigarette.

40yr old: As I drank 4 pint glasses of water before bed and took 2 nurofen, my headache is minor which is just as well as I had a wake up call at 7.30am.  Downstairs in dressing gown, breakfast made for children, finally lie on sofa and try to rest through the noise of Fifi and the Flowertots and the gentle bickering of my children.

My Christmas party outfit

My Christmas party outfit

I have to say the effort involved in making it possible to have a night out now sometimes just isn’t worth it.  If I had a live-in nanny, things may be very different, but as it currently stands, you have to be a very important friend and have a pretty important event to warrant me getting out of these jogging bottoms!

So, how does your nights outs compare to the ones you have now?


About freefallinginto40

I am 40 years old. I blog about how I'm coping with my "new" age at www.freefallinginto.com . I'm a married mother to two after years of infertility. I have a 6 year old called Pickle and a 3 year old called The Monster. I work 4 days a week. We are also planning a move to the country! I blog about that at www.ourmovetothecountry.wordpress.com
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21 Responses to 20 Year old me vs 40 year old me

  1. You are so right. Sometimes the effort required to go out for a few hours just isn’t worth it. Which is why I tend to make a day of it now when I get the chance! Interesting comment about public transport too, I used to befriend pretty much everyone on the tube now I avoid all contact with potential nutters. And as for the “getting ready”, we’re so lucky the natural look is in…isn’t it?

  2. Jaime Oliver says:

    reading this is so completely like me and 20 and me now!! lol it chuckled all the way through!

  3. This made me wistful for my old self! I strung out that aspect of me long into 30s. Brilliant post & great outfit!

  4. TheBoyandMe says:

    Oh this is soooooo me! How in God’s name did I use to go out without a coat? How did I use to have a bladder that could hold 4 pints of lager and cope with sauntering home through parks and getting up to all sorts of mischief at 2am in the playground?

  5. I hear you hear Girlfriend. EVERY. SINGLE. WORD. I used to wear heels ALL day and then ALL night. No coat and no bra! Brilliant- thank you!

  6. I’m such an alien. party season? what IS that?And your 40 yr old you sounds like 20 yr old me. now i’m in my 40s i just stay in!

  7. anyaharris says:

    That is such a relief to read – checking out there’s somewhere to sit down wherever you’re going – too true. Brillian post. X

  8. Grenglish says:

    SPOT ON! Made me laugh reading the 20s account – so many fond memories! I can’t be arsed to get off the sofa for just anyone these days. I certainly can’t deal with the hangovers like I used to, Wouldn’t go back there for anything though x

  9. Abi Hall says:

    I think I have a night out you may be interested in. Courtesy of The Growing Old Disgracefully Society, we are running our first night “No Spring Chicken” at The Teddington Arms on Saturday 13th April, all details on funkymothers.com Come and enjoy….

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