Discussion about this post

User's avatar
kiks's avatar

Most of my best “party girl” memories are actually just the random moments of ridiculousness achieved in the midst of a night on the town.

Standing on a frigid street corner, waiting for a cab foreeeeever, when my best friend announced “Do you ever think about how important it is to practice sprinting in heels?” and then went speeding up the block with the grace of a young gazelle. We kept ourselves warm that way for at least fifteen minutes. She was REALLY fast.

Spending an hour waiting to get into a post-homecoming event only to decide we actually didn’t want to be there at all, and going to Cold Stone Creamery instead. Best decision ever.

Spilling wine on my white shorts, which prompted me to whip them off (without removing my shoes?), declare “pants are for losers” and walk all the way home like that (Charli stole my look).

Expand full comment
Valeria Maerz's avatar

I need this to be the year of the party girl or I may in fact lose it violently

Expand full comment
10 more comments...

No posts