I was the girl who.............
I want to tell you a story. Once upon time there was a teenager, she was a real party girl. Sometimes two or three times a week this party girl was out, slamming shots, smoking fags and the first on the dance floor. Bleary eyed, this party girl would lie in bed till 2pm the next day watching Shipwrecked, drinking squash, dreaming of a mahoosive greasy fry up to cure the stinking hangover.
That girl was me.
That girl is a shadow of who I am now, a memory of my past. That girl was me, before I grew up, before I was Mummy.
|Think I was 21 here.
Looking back at these pictures I can't quite believe that it's me. I'm nothing like I was then. I'm a smoky joe for a start! Of course I do enjoy a drink and if you follow me on Instagram you will know that I very much enjoy my wine and prosecco but no way in the quantities that I used to drink.
I had been going to pubs and clubs from around the age of 16, I started smoking at 15 because I thought it was cool and the 'norm' (I'm now proudly a non smoker and have been for 7 years). I didn't think twice about chucking 10 shots down my throat and mixing my drinks. I'd be one of the first on the dance floor and just enjoyed the whole pub/club atmosphere. I used to really enjoy the whole 'getting drunk' experience, that warm and fuzzy feeling you get as your inhibitions start to disappear. I would stumble home, sometimes alone and would never consider the risks to my safety. When I think back to some of behaviour I feel so ashamed! I had some great nights out though and I wouldn't have changed my party loving lifestyle.
I used to find it difficult to ever say no to a night out, even if my then boyfriend/now husband wanted to stay in I'd usually persuade him to go out. I guess, at times we missed out on the snuggly, coupley nights in because of my need and want to go and get drunk. Although, that being said he did used to get completely and well and truly off his head at times too! We did both used to like going out, many a times we would have theme nights where we'd all dress up and living in Loughborough it was quite the norm to have fancy dress nights and they were alot of fun!
You might recognise a certain lady in a couple of photos, myself and Sarah (RunJumpScrap) have had several raucous and drunk nights out in the last few years. In fact on my hen do, it was us 2 that ended up dancing with some questionable characters in a dodgy London pub, ahh haha the memories. In fact, I'm fairly sure that one of the first times we met we all (now husbands included) ended up going out and getting horrendously drunk!
So that was then.
|My hen do - good god.
This is now.
One of my friends said to me recently that she fancies a night out. She said she wants us all to go out dancing and get drunk. I have to admit, I shuddered slightly. The thought of going out and doing shots and getting drunk these days make me feel a little nauseous. I just don't do the whole nightclub and partying scene anymore, I can't remember the last time that I even stepped foot inside a nightclub, probably a hen do but it will have been a while ago!
It's not just the concept of going out and drinking, it's the whole thing. Getting in at 3am steaming and knowing that you will be woken up 7am (or earlier) by a toddler than is high on life or a 4 month old baby demanding my attention. Believe me I have learnt the hard way more than once that a large volume of alcohol and babies just do not mix. Ever.
|The fun never stops.
Now I am not going all holier than thou on this. I still like to enjoy a drink (s) and can quite happily have a few of bottles of wine shared between friends but I guess, what I am trying to say is that right now in my life I would much rather get a babysitter and head out for a really nice meal with my husband or friends. I love sitting around a large table, drinking and chatting where we can actually hear each other and my feet don't stick to the floor, or I slip over in
someone elses my own vomit (and yes this happened, classy).
|So attractive right now.
Perhaps some people might think I'm a bit boring now. maybe I am? I like to think that I'm not boring but that I've had my fair share of hangovers and I'd rather remember a night out instead of having my head down the loo the next morning. I'd prefer to spend my money on fine food and expensive wine and have a chilled night in or in a nice restaurant or bar. Even if perhaps I do come across boring these days it's because that is what I'd rather do, I don't care, I know it will be me without the sore head on a morning!
I do love looking back on drunken photos and memories, I have had some fantastic nights out and the drunken behaviour will always remind me that I enjoyed my youth before I started getting to be an old cow!
How did you spend your youth? Like me parting and getting drunk?