And then wonder why you bothered with all that education when clearly you've got the music in you and should have pursued a career as a DJ.
Memes flying left, right and centre. Comparing outfits, discussing who'll go home with who, it's all of the lols. Honestly, you've considered printing out transcripts of your conversations and turning them into some kind of bestselling book.
Aaaaallllll of the gossip.
You can simultaneously paint your nails (Rimmel super gel in Rock n Roll, natch) while drinking prosecco AND dancing to Justin Bieber. Can you do that in a club? No, no you cannot.
And although you like to pretend this part is not fun, you secretly love putting together combinations of clothes you know you'll never have the balls to wear outside the house. The hallway is your CATWALK, goddammit.
And at the risk of sounding older than your years, at least you can actually maintain a conversation while you're getting ready. When you're out at a gig you just end up nodding along to whatever your mate next to you is saying. Which is all well and good until you realise she's asked you a question and you've just nodded your head up and down like a gormless animal. Not a clue what you just said, love.
What could be more fun than dabbling in a little flat lay with tonight's outfit, your chosen nail colour, a glass of prosecco and your curling wand, all with a cutesy glitter background? NOTHING, that's what.
You're drunk for starters, it's dark in the club, and you've had to delete more blurry Insta-snaps the morning after a night out than you'd care to count.
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And just in case it's gone unnoticed, they're a hell of a lot cheaper at home while you're getting ready than they are in a bar. So you drink more, and is it me or do they taste better knowing they've not come straight out your overdraft?
Come on, who doesn't? You look like you live such a luxurious life dressed head to toe in white fleece. Darling.
What? You're having way too much fun with all the drinks and the music and the makeup and the girls that why did you even think it was a good idea to go out in the first place?