I have attended over 20 weddings in my short 28 years (counting the two I have coming up this year). And while I’m currently working on writing an autobiography about my single life, and since I’m recently back from celebrating a pretty March bride to be, I thought it would be fun to walk down memory lane. Weddings are fun. Pre-wedding festivities (bachelortette parties) are fun. Free booze and good music, FUN! I’m lucky I have so many cool friends who like me enough to buy me dinner and all the wine I can drink.
Going Out – the act of getting dressed [in clothes other than sweatpants] and venturing out “on the town”, usually with your girlfriends, in a celebratory fashion or for no reason at all other than to consume mass amounts of alcohol and act a fool.
We all do it (or DID it)!! And what’s the most important part of said outing? Your outfit of course!
Going Out attire changes drastically from your early twenties to your late twenties.
Early Twenties Emily didn’t care about the weather. Going out attire meant something cute – usually a dress or slutty tank top – and no, I didn’t wear my coat and then check it at the bar. I just froze my ass off the entire night.
A dress was really the only appropriate “going out” attire from age 21 to 25. The older I get though, the more I appreciate cardigans, and dressing for the weather.
While prepping for the Bachelorette party this past weekend, the Going Out Attire conversation was crucial. It’s a Bachelorette party – which used to mean little black dresses – but it’s February, and we’re not going to Florida. So something had to give. I’m glad I’m not the only old lady of the bunch.
It’s winter, but there’s still no place on Earth I’d rather be than the Outer Banks – and I am heading there tomorrow!!!
It’s Bachelorette time for this beauty.
Holy Crap – has it really been TEN YEARS since initiation?!?!
It’s been 4 -5 years since my last bar night in Farmville. THE Bar (or Mulligans) (NOT bar 202) was the spot on Thursday nights. Probably because it was the only spot, but nevertheless, we flocked to the local watering hole every Thursday night, like clockwork. I turned 21
much slightly later that my friends and sorority sisters. But when I finally hit that magic number, me and the bar became fast friends!
You could get drunk for a measly $5 – $10 if you played your cards right. $5 pitchers, $1 rails, and $2 jello shots were all we needed to make Thursday night the best night of the week. The bar was the place to hangout. Everyone had “their booth”, but a couple hours in, you could barely move, so it didn’t matter.
We celebrated every major event at the bar – birthdays, breakups, good grades, bad grades, holidays, Thursdays, graduations – you get the point. The bar was a place for everyone to come together. Groups would mesh, everyone was friends, and we didn’t have a care in the world (until 2 a.m. when you had to find a way home).
This weekend, I’m going back, for one of the greatest celebrations of all time – A 21st birthday!! There’s nothing more fun than your very first bar night!! My college roomie/bff/sorority sister’s little brother is attending Longwood, and it just wouldn’t be right if we didn’t acclimate him to the bar culture properly. And by “we” I mean his entire family (plus me) – road tripping to Farmville – for his very first bar night. I can’t help but reminisce on all the fun, ridiculous adventures I had at the bar.