I’ve definitely had my fair share of partying throughout my short-lived life as a bar, beer and general booze enthusiast. And during that time, as I’m sure you’ve already guessed, I have found myself in some difficult and compromising positions (i.e. someone dragging me out of the club by my hair so I could continue vomiting/dying in an alleyway).
Let’s face it, we’ve all been the new 18-year-old going clubbing for the first time. It’s exciting, adventurous and fun. But for those older, we see it as fresh meat stepping on our territory. The younger generation of clubbers tend to dress sluttier, have higher heels, bigger hair and be drunker than your 40-year-old sleazy uncle at family gatherings.
I’ve always been told that I seem much older than 18. Many of my friends from uni were absolutely shocked to know that I was only 18 and they thought I was kidding. I’ve always hung out with older people; always being the youngest, I didn’t really have a choice. I have an older sister, I have older friends (my best friend is 20) and even my partner is 3 and a half years older than me.
Laughing at Regina George make Cady Heron’s social life a living hell is all well and good when the mind games stay within the dimensions of your television screen. Unfortunately when you’re out on the town, defeating a real life ‘mean girl’ takes a little more than simply hitting the standby button.