Notes from a 25yr old semi-retired party girl
Nowadays I prefer to oontz oontz while I’m swiffering my floors
Special Friday post because I hope this content sets the tone for your weekend! And I’m fucking glad it’s Friday!
I listen to house music on the way to work, at work, showering, exercising, and especially when I’m cleaning. I’ve found a way to bring the club to my everyday.
While I’ve stopped going out until 3/4 am every weekend and understand my limit is 1 drink per hour, I think there’s still a lot of power in carrying the party girl energy in your life.
Party girls are fun because they only care about having fun. There aren’t any consequences to their actions. They are the epitome of being present in their bodies and minds. Their zen and aura are what should be sold to you instead of paying for a sound bath.
Party girls embody rest and relaxation, similar to what meditation and yoga promise. They want their cup filled—quite literally—with cranberry juice and the $500 bottle of whatever is included in bottle service. They remind you to live your life authentically and that there’s always another after-party/post-game/kickback. Just like we need to remember tomorrow is always a new day.
Party girls know their bodies are slamming and want other people to know. Sometimes they’re dressing for the male gaze, sue them, but mostly they’re dressing to look hot as fuck and go clubbing with their other hot friends. Don’t wear your boring ass cardigan that’s age appropriate. Stop looking middle-aged if you don’t want to look middle-aged. That woman giving you the side eye at work is probably envious because you look hot. There’s always another hoe in the club that’s jealous of you. Capitalize on that power and let it rise to new heights as you soar into your highest self of looking damn good.
Party girls engage in illicit behavior without any regard for their mental or physical well-being. I’m still working out the real-life equivalent of this so maybe we gloss over this attribute.
While I don’t particularly enjoy binge drinking anymore, which is a good thing, it doesn’t mean I’m a buzzkill. Maybe I’m not a “party girl” in the traditional sense nowadays, but I’ve shifted the same behaviors into new settings. Instead of calling out people who try to cut in line and finding clever ways to sneak in booze to festivals, I’m kicking out people sitting in our assigned seats and smuggling snacks for my friends at the movies.
My recklessness for life is alive and well. I think the best example of converging current and traditional party girl Natalie is when I blast Mau P during inappropriate situations like when I’m lying in the stirrups waiting for my Pap smear.
Now please enjoy 25 lessons I’ve learned during my traditional party-girl era:
Being recently single in NYC for one night is never a good idea
If they take your mace at the door either ask if you can get it back when you leave or hide it in a bush and come back
Don’t go to the bathroom alone duh
Don’t touch the mints/candy/deodorant in the club bathroom unless you’re ready to saddle up and tip
Always say thank you after being handed a paper towel to dry your hands
Do compliment other girls in the bathroom it’s nice to do and they’ll probably reciprocate the action
Make drunk friends—This can vary from girls in the bathroom or other strangers on the dance floor
If your friend asks to take a shot don’t say no, she wants you to say yes
However, when you slur your first word you need to stop drinking immediately
Wear the crazy sequin skirt/dress you’re probably not going to have another chance to wear it after 30
Same goes for clothing that only covers you nipples, buttcrack, and vagina
DANCE DAMMIT
DO THE MOST RIDICULOUS DANCING ITS SO FUN
Take pictures and then put your phone away when you’re out
Always try and befriend a bouncer
The minute you can afford it stop drinking shitty liquor
Don’t do drugsIf you do partake in recreational drugs be safe and smart, there’s no rallying back from a fentanyl overdose
Make sure your friends know you’re leaving if you go home with someone
Have an escape plan for the morning after if you don’t tell your friends or you’ll be hungover and confused
If you need to vomit, always vomit
Don’t let the person with bad music on aux
Know when it’s time to call it
Eat before you sleep
Finally, never swear off your party girl era because the next thing you know you’re in a car going uptown with random French people and peeing in public
Here are some current party girl faves:
Wishing you a happy weekend!
I really need to embrace the “know when to call it” tip. LOVE THIS
Binging love is blind should be illicit