Dear Future Self,
When you were getting to go out and enthusiatically sinking pre drinks whilst listening to the Arctic Monkeys, and you realised that the lyrics to that one song said;
‘the nights are mainly made for saying things that you cant say tomorrow day’
That wasn’t a suggestion or meant as inspiration for your drunk texts and snap chats.
Put the phone down, idiot.
P.S Props for not drunk exting. Maybe there’s hope for you yet!
I’d be lying if I said my night out late last week was anything but out of hand.
It started with a text from my bestie about midday suggesting an impromptu adventure at a new club event that was launching that night. Given that it had been a fairly average few days and I’d been feeling itchy to bust a move all week, I immediately said ‘heck yes’.