Going out

-A kid changes your life- sighed a friend of mine when I introduced him to my son

He was absolutely right. A kid would turn around his life and anyone else's like him. My friend, according to his Facebook, is going out every single night of the week and sadly, going out so much is not compatible with a kid, or a job, I would add.

Luckily there are other things you can do with a baby (otherwise mummy would not have a reason to shave her legs ever again). While he is small you can go for dinner, concerts in the open, skating, or hiking. Even movie festivals nowadays have day-care facilities. And when the baby grows up, if you are lucky enough to have friends or parents, you can organize all kinds of outings. Moreover, having a kid makes you rescue some small pleasures you had forgotten, like finger painting and amusement parks. I have to admit, though, the clever entrepreneur that opens a decent restaurant with kid's corner will have unlimited access to my credit card for the next eighteen years.

Well, that's all great but, what happens with going out at night? Well, of course you can too. The problem is that going out at night "with your partner" becomes terribly expensive. At 8 to 10 Euros an hour for a babysitter, chilling out in someone’s place after the disco closes becomes a very questionable choice. Financially, I mean. Last Saturday Martin and I went out. We spent the same budget that we have for Daniel's winter clothes, just to go out until a very reasonable hour after realizing that the drinks have gotten expensive, the strippers younger and even without kids, going out until five a.m as we used to is no longer affordable for the wallet or the stomach. But I am not sure this is the baby's fault. Maybe we just became boring. Maybe Nuremberg is getting to us. Could someone fix Spain, so we can go back?