Friday Nights
I love Friday Nights.
With a Friday night the weekend starts and so does the party. The group chat is unhinged and someone just said, “Shots at your place in 30. I’ll bring the bottle.“
(This obviously doesn’t mean you need to wait until Friday to have fun - life’s too short for that. It just means that Saturday is the perfect day for sleeping in with makeup still on and recapping the night’s drama over cold pizza and iced coffee. Otherwise you’ll end up sitting in the office or at uni, pretending you just got a good night’s sleep - even though you’re two seconds away from dozing off at your desk.)
There’s something about summer Friday nights, too. The air is different. It’s fizzy, almost magical, and there’s a breeze that smells like perfume, sweat, and questionable decisions combined. It feels like the night is going to be one for the books. You could almost say the air is pre-gaming with you.
I love the feeling when the whole friend group is starting to show up. Someone always brings someone new. (“Don’t worry they’re chill,“, they say. They are never chill)
Suddenly there are way more people who were definitely not part of the original plan. But that’s the fun part - and it always works. We pre-game, we overshare, drink a little too much, and scream the lyrics to songs from 2015 like our lifes depend on it. (If you need a good song throwback, click here and it’s 2016 all over again.)
Then we make half-hearted attempts to actually go to the club or house party - but let’s be honest: the pregame is usually the best part. Sometimes we don’t even make it out. We end up on someone’s floor or couch, talking nonsense until we fall asleep mid-sentence. Iconic
If we do make it out, that’s when the plot twists happen. The randoms you bump into, the guy (or girl) you make out with and later tell your friends about, or the vague acquaintances who you want - or fear - to encounter.
Some are flying high (and I don’t mean emotionally). Others are deep in philosophical convos in the smoking area like they’re on a TED Talk stage.
When it’s time to go home you either pile into an Uber with friends, talking about everything and anything with the driver, and by the time you get out of the car, know their entire family story.
Or you’re riding home on a bike, maybe slightly wobbly, as the sun rises and the birds are judging you. That quiet, almost sacred moment where the world is waking up and you're just... still out. Greeat.
Riding your bike home from the club as the sun comes up, the city and everything around you slowly going quiet, and the night finally sinking in—that’s the ultimate feeling.
And yes, before you ask, obviously a Friday night spent on the couch with a good film and a bucket of your fav ice cream is a party as well. One I attend regularly. :)
Luv Ya, have fun &don’t get your heart stolen by guys you meet at parties <3
Xx JK
