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).
I love everything about this! I too have Big Feelings about the sanitisation of life via the 'slow life' craze and the concept of never partying again fills me with dread. Even if many of my weekends are as likely to contain gardening and baking listening to lofi as they are to contain sunrise walks home and substances. Moderation I say!
I’m into it - and while i see your point as the clean girl aesthetic as a function to remain safe from life + making mistakes + discomfort + vulnerability, i also can see extreme party girl syndrome as a way to avoid that in different ways. the crux of my point and i think your essay is there’s a delicate balance to be had in both, one cannot exist without the other, but that life is for living & not avoiding.
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).
I need this to be the year of the party girl or I may in fact lose it violently
make mistakes!!! dance your ass off!! send a stupid text but only if it’s not ur ex!! This is 26!
I love everything about this! I too have Big Feelings about the sanitisation of life via the 'slow life' craze and the concept of never partying again fills me with dread. Even if many of my weekends are as likely to contain gardening and baking listening to lofi as they are to contain sunrise walks home and substances. Moderation I say!
no matter your opinion on Alix Earle, she has totally revived the "party girl"
I love this. Let loose and have fun. Year of the party girl!
CHEERS TO THE YEAR OF THE PARTY GIRL🥂
I’m into it - and while i see your point as the clean girl aesthetic as a function to remain safe from life + making mistakes + discomfort + vulnerability, i also can see extreme party girl syndrome as a way to avoid that in different ways. the crux of my point and i think your essay is there’s a delicate balance to be had in both, one cannot exist without the other, but that life is for living & not avoiding.
Rah!!!
YEAR OF THE PARTY GIRL
Love this!!! Such a fun read. Here’s to the party girlss
charli 💖 forever my fave