I'm only 24, but I don't think I can play out on school nights anymore. My friend had a house party which resulted in six tipsy girls heading to the club that sells drinks at £1.50 a go at 12:30am. We left at 4:30am, I crawled into bed at 5am.
Even though I didn't have to be at work until 3pm this afternoon, I still hadn't recovered from the night before by time I'd arrived.
I think it's fair to say I'm not 18 anymore. Save the partying for the weekend. Week nights are for Pj's and fluffy slippers.
Amen.
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