25 Things That Happen On A Girls Night Out

So you arrange a night out with the girls..
After deciding where to go, come the long and never ending steps of getting ready..

1. You all pitch in for some pre drinking material..
A bottle of Malibu, or some other alcohol goes down a treat whilst you dig through your wardrobe.

2. You whack on the radio, or a CD and blast out that dance music that gets you in the party mood.
Singing awfully of course.

3. You choose an outfit to wear and say you are going to stick with it.
Your friends agree and tell you how great you look, but that’s not enough.
You pull out every item of clothing that you own that would be suitable to wear; and of course all your heels get pulled out with it.
You change numerous times..
It’s too short..
Oh I’ve worn this recently..
I want to wear these heels, but this dress doesn’t go with it..
Grr I have no accessories to go with this outfit..

4. You feel the effects of all the pre drinking too soon, and are tipsy before you’ve even left the house.

5. You grab your make up bag, and lay everything out on the bed.
Foundation, blusher..
Now to get started on the eyes!
What eyeshadow do I go for?
Fake lashes or not?

6. Now for the hair..
Grrrr why is my hair not going right?!
I hate being a girl..
Straight or curly?
Ahh quick girls help me..
The hairspray can is running out, quick give me yours!

7. You call the cab, and they give you a rough time that they will be with you.
You scramble around to get everything ready.

8. You take hundreds of ‘selfies’ with your friends.
‘Put that on Facebook’
‘Ewww no delete that one, I look ugly! take another one’..

9. You drench yourself in perfume, too much is not enough! You try and cram it in your bag, and can just about make it fit..

10. You shove everything you possibly can in your tiny bag – mini brush, mini hairspray, the make up essentials, ID, money, house keys.. Ahh what else do I need?

11. The cab is here.. Ooh quick! one last fix of hairspray.
Check yourself in the mirror another ten times..
Right got everything?

12. You all head out to the cab, and get in. Worrying about what you have forgotten and if you look okay.

13. You get to your destination, and all try to split the fare evenly, but no one ever has any change, so someone ends up paying for the majority of it..

14. You get to the bar or club..
You look at the other girls..
She’s pretty.
Ooh she’s waaay to overdressed!

15. You try to avoid eye contact with every guy there..
‘Hey, can I buy one of you lovely ladies a drink?’
Nope sorry, we’re all taken..

16. You start off the evening really hyper! Shots, shots, shots! You’ve already been drinking since 7, and let’s be honest, your a lightweight..

17. You all huddle together, until your brave enough to get on the dance floor! ‘I love this song, wooo!’

18. Toilet time, ahh don’t break the seal.. Don’t do it. Ahh I can’t hold it anymore, you all go together, because well.. we think it’s a big event, and are all scared we won’t find each other again.
More selfies in the mirror! With the glorious background of the hand dryer, and of course.. Toilets. Classy..

19. You are constantly topping up your make up throughout the night, and taking photos of yourself..

20. You party for what feels like agesss but keep drinking to get you through..

21. Finally you and the girls admit defeat.
‘let’s call a cab, I need my bed’..
Oh the pain your poor feet are in..
You can’t wait to sit down.

22. You call a cab, and try to find somewhere to sit whilst you are waiting. The shoes come off.. Ahh relief.. With the height of them it’s a surprise you kept going for so long!

23. The cab arrives, you all jump in.
God, how I have spent so much money? Oh no, I feel sick..

24. You get dropped off one by one. In drunken slurs you promise to see each other as soon as possible. And ask the ones left in the cab, to text you when their home safely.

25. Your home.
Ahhh bed..
If you are sober enough, you jump straight into your cosy pj’s and fluffy socks; and scrub your make up off.
You get in your bed and look through all the photos..
You have never felt more cosy in your life..

A girls night out is definitely always an experience!!

Oh Mornings, Have A Day Off!

So we all know you can get morning people (people who prefer to get up early without any difficulty, and tend to go to bed earlier than others)
And then you get the evening people (people who find it practically impossible to get out of bed in the mornings, ignore their alarms and do everything they can to stay in bed for just that minute longer, and tend to go to bed later than others)

I am an evening person, whilst my other half is a morning person.
Rob can wake up at 5 in the morning, and will have to get out of bed instantly, the thought of laying in is impossible for him, as he has to get up straight away, but then when he gets in from work he is knackered and can’t even stay awake to watch a film that’s put on at half 7 in the evening.
Whereas I despise getting up in the morning. My alarm will go off a thousand times and I will keep ignoring it, I will wrap myself up in the duvet and pray to have more time in bed. Even when Rob gets up early, it sometimes wakes me up, but I can just fall straight back to sleep for another hour or two.
I actually get angry about having to wake up and get ready.
Grumpy is an understatement I pretty much turn into a monster, growling at the alarm clock, and anyone who tries to talk to me..
I get up at the last possible minute and rush to get ready.
I don’t think I will ever get used to the mornings. Even when I went through a long period of starting work at 7am every day, I was still so grumpy, and had to really really force myself out of bed. I could not get used to the early starts whatsoever.

I long for the weekends where I can have a lay in and be lazy.
I hate mornings and even when I’m in my 30’s plus; I still don’t think I can’t ever put up with an early morning..

The Shoe In The Mud

Last night I decided to go for a drive with my other half.
We ended up at foots cray meadows where I could take some night time pictures of the lake and scenery.

I had to park my car at the graveyard next to it which was pretty scary.
The area is not that nice so I was constantly panicking about my car being broken into and vandalised.

After we had walked through the unexpectedly waterlogged fields in the pitch black dark, (where my other half had lost his shoe twice by this point) we made it to the lake.

I had a thick top on, a chunky cardigan, a coat, scarf and gloves and it was still absolutely freezing.
I was clinging onto my other half the whole time, as I could not see a thing and am scared of the dark (yes I know I am no longer a child, but hell this place is spooky at night!)

The fields were almost impossible to walk through, the dry parts were bumpy and I was constantly tripping over, and the rest of the time the water and mud was ruining my shoes (my poor vans!!)

So after worrying about the safety of my car and how ruined my shoes were getting, we finally made it to the lake, where I stood on the bridge.
I got my camera out of my bag, and it wasn’t working.
I could barely see it to change the settings on it..
There must have been a problem with the flash because all the photographs taken we’re coming out blurry and with a strange orange mist on them all. After walking around for a while and trying to get it to work, in the end I gave up.

We started to walk back through the field, where we were literally sinking into the mud, and rob’s shoe came off yet again. I was in fits of laughter as he hopped about on one foot with his sock covered in mud, and his shoe literally stuck in the mud.
He was begging me to go back and retrieve his shoe from the mud, but I was laughing far too much to take him seriously. (I did get it in the end)

We got lost on our way back to the car, and had to jump over a small lake in order to get to the other side to where the car was. Rob jumped over with ease, even holding my bag as he done it.. Me on the other hand was standing the other side of the lake whining like a six year old saying ‘I can’t do it, I’m scared’ over and over again. After about 20 minutes of my other half encouraging me to jump, he gave up and sat down in the mud waiting for me to pluck up the courage and just do it. I kept running up prepared to jump and then chickening out at the last minute.

Rob then rolled up his trousers and walked into the lake to carry me across. His shoes were already ruined by this point and he was tired of waiting for me. Once he was in the lake he realised it was too deep and he would not be able to carry me, so he went back over to the other side.
There was literally no other way for me to get across other than jump. I knew this but I just couldn’t get myself to do it.

My mind then started to play tricks on me and I thought I could hear voices.
Rob was sitting with his head in his hands, completely bored of waiting.
So I counted to 3 and just done it. I ended up with one foot in the water, shivering and miserable.
I started to complain (of course I would, I’m a girl) when my other half stopped me and said ‘Lauren I’ve jumped over here twice now, and have stood in this lake bare legged, my socks are soaked and muddy, so if anyone’s moaning it should be me’
Well that shut me up..

We made it back to the car after having several cigarettes for the stress, and I drove home.

Even though the photography side of the night didn’t go to plan, and we ended up cold, muddy and tired.
It was an experience to remember.

The Missing Sock

It truly puzzles me how every night I go to bed with my cosy socks on (my feet get ridiculously cold) and every morning when I wake up, it’s always the left one that has disappeared off my foot and is nowhere to be seen.

It happened this morning..
I was freezing cold last night so had two pairs of socks on, yet when I wake up the left foot is ice cold due to the fact the two socks have gone missing from it.

?!?!?

Obviously they have slipped off during the night, but then surely they’ll be amongst the covers or at the end of the bed..

No..
I hunted and hunted for them, not under the covers, not under the sheets, not at the end of the bed, not down the side of the bed, not fallen behind the radiator, not under the wardrobe..
These particular socks were a deep blue colour so it’s not like they could be camouflaged into the carpet.

I often go into a daydream about what could have happened to them..
I could have left my window open and a bird could have flown in and thought ‘ooh they look warm’ and stolen them..
Or somebody could be using a time machine from the future and could have gone back to last night for whatever reason, and stole my socks just to fuck with me..
Or the socks could have got fed up with being suffocated, and wanted to break up with my feet, so they slipped off and crawled away on their own, never planning on coming back..

If this was the first time it had happened I could let it go, but this is a common occurrence..

WHERE ARE MY SOCKS??!

I Need To Sleep

So I’m laying here at half 3 in the morning, baring in mind I’ve had a really busy day and feel absolutely knackered. My whole body aches and I can’t bring myself to do anything..
But I have been laying in bed staring at the ceiling since 10 O’clock this evening..
Over 5 hours have gone past and I just can’t drift off to sleep. This is no surprise for me, this happens every night.

I’m awake and busy all day, and all I look forward to is going home, being tucked up in bed and having a good nights sleep, but it never happens..
I just lay here physically unable to drift off to sleep..
It’s so frustrating! Every morning I wake up even more miserable than the day before and can just manage to get through the day without going insane.

I just want my sleep back, all I ever get told is to ‘get into a routine’ I have a routine and I still can’t sort my sleep pattern around it. By the time I’ve gone to sleep I have to be up within 3-4 hours and it’s just not enough.
However tired I am, at night I just can’t sleep.

I have purchased several sleep apps and listen to them through my earphones at night, but it doesn’t make the slightest bit of difference. No amount of therapeutic voices, or soft music can send me off..

Does anyone else have this problem?
If so all suggestions will be very much appreciated!