Last night I went out with some of my oldest friends and I had a great time. I always used to think that night life meant I had to dress up in a tight mini dress and ridiculous heels which is just not for me. I dressed pretty casual because I wanted to ensure that by the end of the night I was comfortable, not tugging at the hemline of my mini-skirt.
The only downside to my night would be the intoxicated males that wander the streets saying things that allow me to deem them grotty creeps, honestly. As a wise man of funk once wrote “Beware of freaks bearing gifts”.
Even though I’m 18, I still feel like a child and sometimes it feels weird being out at night in places where you have to be of age. I’ve only been out a hand full of times as my birthday was less than 2 months ago and so far there has been a lot for me to write about. Or maybe I just find significance in the insignificant.
p.s. I was going to call this post ‘Lady of the night’ until I realised what it meant!