Summer is finally getting closer! Yay! Rejoice! Warm weather, cold drinks, longer nights and less clothing. Oh it’s always a good thing you say? Not if you’re going clubbing. On the last night of winter this year, I went clubbing, and it was anything but cold.
Venture into a White Winter Wonderland this Saturday the 10th of August at Trademark Hotel. The phenomenal event is back for another fun-filled, icy night with the Trademark Angels steering the night towards utter success and satisfaction. Step into a rewarding atmosphere that will leave you begging for more by the end of the night.
Guys have it pretty good when it comes to winter going out fashion. From jeans to suits, their clothing is warm. Granted, they have it worse in the summer when they see the ‘no shorts no service’ signs outside a pub full of girls in short shorts. But on these 10 degree nights, us women have to sacrifice our warmth for the sake of conventional ‘going out fashion’, which tend to be mainly dresses, skirts and shorts.
As they say, a rainy day often dampens the mood. This is particularly an issue when it comes to being ‘psyched’ to go out. As fate always seems to have it, weekends tend to be especially wet and cold. When a sunny-but-cool winter Friday-day turns grey and the rain starts dropping, so do our enthusiasm levels.
Winter sucks. It’s cold, frosty and the flu spreads like crazy. A mere sneeze is enough to set off the alarm bells to thinking that you’ll be bedridden in a few days time. People also go out less because of the crappy weather. But there’s one place you really shouldn’t skip going to this winter: the gym.
On an ordinary night out, yes I would usually be drinking. I was all over the vodka lemonades and wet pussy shots, dancing like Beyonce and getting home when it was daylight. But as the nights get darker and the air is colder, I’ve swapped the heels for boots and the alcohol for my car keys and been the designated driver doing good deeds for my friends on a night out.
I write to you from the confines of my bed where a whole month of party weekends has caught up with me and I am forced to be the sick friend this weekend. It’s not a great gig. I’m chewing vitamins and cold and flu tablets like potato chips so I can drive all my friends to the city tonight. I don’t even have a sexy husky sore throat voice.
So I was going to write a post about how to stay warm when you go out in winter and cute outfit ideas that are also practical but, no matter, you can just go clubbing in your jim jams.
Le-git. It appears the clubbing powers of Melbourne too feel the cold because Prince
The Olympics is lovely, muscular men and women all in one place who have dedicated their whole lives training to dominate when they compete against one another to win a shiny medallion and probably the love of their stage parents. The testosterone would be pumping.