The much younger Pia would have written this post in another category; but you know you’re a legit tito/tita when going out to party becomes a practical consideration that needs time and preparation.
Just a brief background, I was never a party girl, but I have to admit, I did my fair share of going out and doing stupid stuff when I was younger (like getting inebriated enough to dance on the ledge, when in my sober moments, I knew I probably looked like I was having an epileptic attack).
Eventually though, all the late nights, the crowded bars and the loud music just became old (okay fine, it wasn’t just the partying that got old).
I remember distinctly when it happened. I was out with my BGF Boogie and we decided to hit this new bar. The place was PACKED!!!
Normally, I liked going to “happening” places. But this time, I frantically looked for the nearest fire exit to make sure we were covered.
I wanted to stay as near to that exit as possible- but Boogie wanted to join his friends. So we pushed our way to their corner and I did something that marked my entry to the tita community: I plopped my oversized bag on their tiny table.
Dude, my bag was bigger than its entire surface area. I looked around and everyone was carrying an itsy bitsy purse. In my mind, I was thinking, ‘Whaat? They left the house without tissue and ibuprofen?? How irresponsible!’
Right then and there I knew it was time to retire. 🙂 I would still go out drinking with friends, but this time it was in chill places where I could actually carry a decent conversation and that had enough room for my oversized bags.
Truth be told, I’m quite happy living the tita life-occasionally reminiscing about our partying days with friends, declaring vehemently and somewhat gleefully that if my future daughter attempted to wear any of the skimpy crap we used to wear, I would ground her until she’s 30.
But, a few months ago, a friend who was much younger than me, messaged our Facebook group and invited all of us to “Valk” for his birthday . Roy is a good friend, and he is really the sweetest. So despite my better judgment, I couldn’t refuse.
I’m sure a lot of you middle- aged peers have found yourselves in the same predicament. And since, I officially have stepped foot in a millennial party, I will brazenly give you tips on how to prepare for one.
Disclaimer: Please do not take this post very seriously. I really don’t know what I’m talking about. This is all in good fun.
DO NOT DRESS TO IMPRESS- KEEP IT CASUAL
The dress code seems to be a major consideration for every single tito and tita who find themselves in a clubbing situation.
So how casual is casual? As casual as you could get away with without looking like a hobo. In other words, not grocery shopping in Puregold level, more like dinner and watching the last full show in Powerplant casual.
If you insist on specifics- then maybe jeans, a decent top (for guys something with a collar- I don’t think they allow t-shirts in these clubs still) and flats/sneakers. (Ladies, if you’re still comfortable wearing heels, then knock yourselves out.)
There is a caveat: KEEP IT AGE APPROPRIATE. I’m telling you, there is nothing sadder than an old dude, surrounded by a bunch of legit hispters, wearing a loud, tight shirt with some millennially ironic phrase written on it. (Unless ofcourse you’re an artist, a club owner or in one of those forever young fields- you guys have your own set of rules. Wait, can you even be considered a tito/tita? Then why are you reading this?!?)
I’m on the fence with this whole hip sneakers thing, but some people my age can actually pull it off. (I personally have cankles, so I’m secretly jealous of you guys.)
Remember how you used to laugh at your dad for wearing that Guns n’ Roses t-shirt when we were younger? Or your mom when she insisted that she can still shop at Forever 21? I rest my case.
Let’s face it, as my friends Booboo and Margaux put it, ‘dein na natin kaya makipagsabayan sa mga bagets’. Anything we have in our closet will not be apt for these young places. So might as well be comfortable right?
Besides, I think we’re all past the stage where we go out to be seen. Our sensible friends are probably asleep or vegging out infront of the TV anyway. The only one you will probably bump into is your niece- and you should be policing her outfit, not copying it.
Remember, you will need to be up all night. And against your better judgment, you might even get tipsy. Therefore, wear something that will give you better chances of keeping your dignity intact.
Plus, apparently most of these milennials are into street chic anyway. Thus if you insist that you must at least blend in, you have better chances of doing so by keeping it casual.
Seriously. Resist the urge to whip out your classic little black dress (or any variant of it). It will just make you look more like a tita. (I literally came from a funeral- so I was wearing a conservative white dress with flats. I foolishly thought I could get away with weekend-brunch chic. I looked as out of place as someone who wore her Sunday’s best to a formal wedding. :P)
Marx, the only person in our group who was still partying apart from Roy, tried to warn us. But I didn’t listen. So he looked all hip in his Adidas and relaxed jeans and I had on my weekend-brunch fiasco. I looked like one of them titas in RJ Bistro.
Keep in mind that classic fashion rule: When in doubt, it’s better to underdress than overdress.
TAKE A NAP BEFORE GOING
Ok, so this particular group of friends consisted of a bunch of other people who were closer to my age than Roy’s. In short, most of us were titas (Marx is on the fence- he exhibits both tita and millennial-like qualities). And we had hilarious, FGD-level conversations about what to wear, what time to go, how late we should stay up etc.
Here’s the funny thing though: we spent days talking about this crap. BUT the tita chapter of the group didn’t make it to Valkyrie!
Like the energetic 30-year old that he was, Roy wanted to “load up” (ah to be young and to be able to consume an indefinite amount of alcohol), so we were all at Revel, which was connected to Valkyrie, around 9’ish. We were thinking, maybe we’ll go to “Valk” at around 12, stay ‘til around 2 then call it at night. Guess what, the kids were still reveling at Revel (tita pun- could not resist, sorry) at 1:45!
Moe, who was getting grumpier and grumpier, insisted that we tap out. The others followed suit.
Lesson learned: These parties start much later than you could ever conceive. So do your middle-aged body a favor, take a nap before leaving.
Repeat after me: Dein na natin kaya makipagsabayan sa mga bagets. We need to give ourselves a bit of an advantage. Take a nap.
GET YOURSELF A DAMN TABLE
We may not have gotten to Valkyrie, but I know for a fact that these places get inhumanely crowded. I remember how I would stand around in 4-inch heels, fighting for breathable space amidst all these sweaty, inebriated bodies thinking, “Ooh, fun! I could do this all night!”
Now, I can’t even get through a wedding before whining about my shoes and forcing my husband to get my flats from the car.
We may not have our twenty year- old knees anymore, but we have an advantage that our allowanced/entry-level salaried selves didn’t have: Buying power.
By now, we’re all probably in a better financial standing than we were back then (if you’re not- then what the hell are you thinking going to a club? Be sensible- invest your money in stocks or something).
Furthermore, unless required, don’t even consider loading up in another bar. That sh*t is for them younger ones. We should conserve our energy. So cough up the overpriced cover charge and get a damn table. That way, you can sit down whenever your joints scream for mercy and you have space for your man purse/oversized bag.
You can take home that stuff if you don’t finish it anyway (yeah, yeah. It’s uncool to take that stuff home. But you’re a tito/tita now. Who the hell cares about cool?).
These are just some clubbing essentials that I thought of. There’s a little bit more that I want to share- because if it’s one things that tita’s do well, it’s over prepare. I hope you stay tuned.