Looking back at my time in high school and in college I never could understand the frat house parties or the dumb clubs/organizations that would have these big throw-out parties. For anyone who knows me, I've never gotten along with my own age group. I always gravitated towards older and more mature individuals who were my age OR in general an older crowd. In addition, I also had very few friends that were girls. Call it being severe on my own sex, hating drama, or perhaps just in general didn't want to deal with immature girls that didn't know how to handle life - so my friends mostly consisted of guys. I did have a rule though, I didn't want to be friends with a guy I was attracted to-complicated things. Moving on! So where am I going with all fo this you might ask :)
So where am I going with this little intro...brings me to the picture below of what our version (my sister and I) of a "girls night" entailed. See when you have a good group you don't need to go to any night clubs, dance clubs, bars, lounges, or anything else! I mean unless you just want to go out and try a new restaurant then sure let's go out, otherwise this what we would do. The group would have an organizer (which was typically my sister) and the items were usually divided up. Someone would bring the desserts, then it would be potluck for the food, our household provided all of the booze, the movie, regular drinks, snacks, and of course the movies and extra bedrooms for anyone who wanted to stay over :p The picture below is just one of the fun girls night we had-if I remember correctly the last person who wanted to head on out to their home left at 3am while the remainder had a sleepover in our guest bedrooms.
So the few mutual girlfriends that my sister and I had throughout my 20s included some fun, but I've always been picky with the women I allow into my circle and so should you...you are defined by the company you keep, so if drunks and immature people are who you are always associated with, then unfortunately that may be also how someone interprets you...fruit for thought.
A Distinct Woman
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