Favourite perk of a night out:
Those supportive girls in the toilet who become your best mate for a brief 5 minutes. You share stories about where you got your playsuit from and how Velvet Teddy is still your go-to lipstick. Lets admit, we strive to feel our best on a night out, and receiving a compliment from a complete stranger tops off that feeling of empowerment.
WOO GAL POWER.
The worst part of a night out:
That next day anxiety. The overpowering heart and mind, racing when you have little-or-no recollection of where you went, or what you did. Yeah, this is me after every night, that’s why I like to snapchat the entirety of the night so I can piece it all together. And then the dreaded phrase:
‘You were so drunk last night’…..
This is potentially the most annoying phrase to hear after a night out. Of COURSE I was drunk, I didn’t spend two hours getting ready and applying layers of tan to read a book did I?!?!
Yes I was drunk, I was in a club, surrounded by alcohol, dancing like a nutter, because that’s how I like to enjoy my nights out, duh.
I don’t need to be reminded of my embarrassing actions the next morning, I am fragile enough. We should leave those memories on a 24 hour life span of a snapchat story.
Don’t hate from outside the club when you can’t even get in.
This weekend I was WILD, and went out both Friday and Saturday. I know, I am wild, someone hold me back !!!!!!
Soho was our first adventure on Friday night. We went to ToyRoom and ended up in Cirque le Soir because we cant resist a Cirque night (its the best club in London). This playsuit was purchased on Pretty Little Thing and was remarkably cheap!
The Saturday we cured our hangovers this BEAUT brunch at Pickle and Rye, and then with more alcohol; resulting in a fabulous time in Clapham. Thank the Lord for Honeyz and this top, without it my night would not have been complete.
Both nights were fabulous and now I am rested and ready for another fun week! Happy SunDogs x