Yay! It's the weekend! Let's go out and celebrate that seven days have gone by again! Woo-hoo! Let's party and do crazy things!
It is indeed the end of the week and you are here reading this instead of joining in the revelry occurring elsewhere. Now, I like the weekend. I absolutely adore it when I have things to do or people to see.
But then there are the other times. Times when you don't have money to go out with your friends, times when you have to loads of catching up to do on Game Of Thrones (even though that's all you've been doing all day) or times you've been invited to a compulsory family gathering. These are examples of when it pains us that we are not out for the evening celebrating... well, whatever we celebrate on the weekend and that instead you are barred from this social gathering on the one night that feels as if everyone is having the time of their lives. You'll probably see all the pictures on Facebook come the morning. But probably one of the most popular of reasons why one does not join in the merrymaking: you just can't be bothered.
Let's face it, sometimes it can be a pain in the arse having to go out every weekend. You have to decide where you're going, how much money you'll need, who else is going, where are pre-drinks happening, and is there going to be pre-drinking in the first place! Too much brain activity goes into organising something that is supposed to be a fun time with your friends. Not to mention that for women, most of that thinking is concentrated on a matter that can take hours to conclude that all begins with a simple question, 'What shall I wear?' An innocent question it may seem but behind that lies a cruel darkness. Things can start to get tense and before you know it you're crying on the floor, assumed the face-to-floor-starfish pose and having smudged the make-up you carefully applied an hour earlier complain to your friend that you can't possibly wear any of your clothes because they all make you look fat anyway. It's all a bit drama-queen-esque but come on now, we all have those moments.
For those of us who don't go out on a weekly (or even daily) basis for whatever reason, good on you I say! You have my full support! Of course we enjoy letting loose occasionally but who can refuse a cosy evening in your dressing gown and your Spongebob Squarepants slippers? On the one hand you may be torn apart by the idea that you could be out having fun with people but on the other you can take comfort in the fact that you are in control of your night! You can eat/drink/wear/sing/dance anything you like because in your home you are the 'King of the castle!' (10 imaginary Sophia points for telling me what film that quotes from). Personally, I recommend an evening of ordering a takeaway, watching good, old movies (preferably musicals) before retiring to your bed for the evening, the sofa.
Here comes the fashion advice: the dress code for the evening should be Casual Pyjama which includes any old(ish) loose fitted clothing, whatever has a stretchy waist band, and a blanket of your choosing. Make-up is strictly forbidden and those who require prescription glasses MUST wear them. Here are some examples of what qualifies for such an occasion...
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So take no shame in your night in! Flop around the house, don't move for hours, and just take in the fact that you don't have to be anywhere or do anything for the whooooooooooole evening! Speaking of which, I've just poured myself a glass of wine and selected Some Like It Hot, Pocahontas and High Society for this evenings viewing - shits going to get crazy tonight!
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