A day in the life of...

The young have something no one else has or ever will have. Time.

It's true. We are smart, beautiful and...alcoholic.

Friday, February 22, 2013

"If I'm going dancing, then I wear the highest heels with the shortest dress"

There's nothing like sipping beer and chilled wine on a steamy summer night with candles burning and sweat dripping down your back. Hot. Luckily J's parents bought her a box fan because she would 'knock over the stand-up one in a drunken stupor'. They know her well.

A decided enough was enough when it came to spending lazy summer days in the library. She donned a parrot printed dress and went drinking with all her uni friends. L, being the relationship chick she is now, didn't return A's text. Neither did the boyfriend coincidentally. At least they were getting laid. A seems to think there is a serious shortage of attractive eligible men in the city at the moment and is convinced all the hot ones are in Europe tanning on a Greek island. Of course this didn't stop her from drinking every cocktail on the menu, dancing on stage and groping a guy with visible back hair when he was wearing a shirt. Several of her friends also decided to try photo-bombing random couples and posting pictures of them smiling creepily while couples made out on facebook. Attracted more than a few likes. All from single people naturally.

A has been wearing high heels way too much lately. She's always been on the short side but makes up for it with her formidable personality. Lately she's tried to turn the tables but unfortunately A has no balance. Her black wedges may have looked cool, but they caused her to faceplant on the concrete outside Subway when she bent down to pick up a dropped clutch. It's not the first time that's happened but at least that was outside Maccas. Subway is just embarrassing,