An open letter to twenty-year old girls,
After spending the last three years holed up, this summer has changed me. Or perhaps it has restored who I was before I lost myself in a relationship, I don't know. I can say I didn't immediately embrace the situation; I was truly bummed I had whittled away my prime years of drunken debauchery and if you behaved like such when your age began with a two, well, that was just sad. My beautiful friends changed my mind. There is nothing better on this earth than creating epic, beautiful, hilarious memories with these girls. Every single one of you has made me cooler. Better. So please, trust me. It's not too late to have a good time, we have a window of about a year and a half where we can behave appalingly and get away with it.
- Take T-Rex's advice and listen to music that will change your life. Dan fills a void in me I didn't know existed.
- Listen to music that doesn't change your life. It changes your night. Makes you dance like a crazy woman. For example: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVb_t_ao9gw
- Have sleepovers with your friends. Important because you can play back the night you had the next morning over breakfast, and it also keeps you away from dirty men. (If the guy is legitimate, then that is fine).
- Drink tequila. Preferably in shot form. Seriously.
- Buy good dresses. Fundamental to having a good night. They don't necessarilly have to be expensive, but they need to be well-made, suit your shape and make you feel like a goddess.
- Wear lipstick. My current favourites: MAC's Russian Red and Hug Me. If you are lucky enough to have green eyes (which sadly, I am not) then try the amazing pink colours like Lovelorn or Snob. It will make your eyes pop.
- Document your epic adventures so you have something to show the grandkids.
So there we are. Just because we're not the girls Caleb sings about in 'The Bucket' or '17' doesn't mean the songs aren't relevant. We're just older. Wiser. With better outfits.
Enjoy.
K x
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