If I had a checklist for getting ready for a night out it would probably look something like this;• Allow 4 hours to get ready.
• Spend 3 hours 40 minutes of this allotted time laid on the bed pointlessly going between the same 3 apps on my phone, thus leaving just 20 minutes to shower, do hair/make up and get dressed.
• Spend the majority of these 20 minutes looking for a song to get ready to.
• Almost sever major artery in my leg whilst shaving.
• Decide on impulse to apply false tan.
• Immediately regret decision when bright orange stripes appear across my legs.
• Search desperately for a pair of unladdered tights to hide above mistake.
• Accidentally ladder the one pair that I find.
• Plan outfit 1 week in advance, then decide 10 minutes before leaving that it makes me look too fat/frumpy/stupid (delete as applicable)
• Spend 10 minutes trying to remember the name of that song I really love.
• Worry about being late.
• Decide that now is the perfect time to try a new curled hairstyle that I saw in a magazine.
• Burn forehead on curling irons.
• Stare at said new hairstyle in the mirror, wondering how I've ended up looking like a poodle that's gone 10 rounds with Mike Tyson.
• Stumble around the room clutching my still bleeding, freshly orange streaked knee looking for hair straighteners.
• Give up and pour a large vodka.
• More vodka.
• Think fúck it and spend 5 minutes looking for my old favourite dress.
• Find it in my unwashed clothes pile.
• Use body spray to 'wash' it.
• Slap some make up on.
• Voilà!
I mean, I can't say it'd work for everyone, but that's generally how it goes for me. Luckily Glen takes even longer than me. When I finished my shower 10 minutes after we were meant to leave, Glen was still doing his latest breathing meditation in the front room.
We were supposed to meet Star at 9 at some bar in Central London. It's now 9:30 and despite dealing with her increasingly irate calls every 5 minutes I've managed to get ready.
Glen is blasting out 'Eye of the tiger' from his bedroom, so I know he's nearly ready to go too.
I'm just wondering if I've got time to pluck my eyebrows when my phone begins to ring. I groan and answer it quickly.
"Oh my god! Star I've told you we're in the taxi-" I lie.
"Lennon?!"
I mentally curse at the sound of my mothers shrill voice.
"Lennon? I need to talk to you." Her voice rises dramatically. "It's about your new job..."
"Mum, I don't have time! I'm just going to meet Star..." I say desperately. I don't have time for whatever crazy conversation she's going to land on me.
"No, this is important."
"Mum-"
I hesitate. Glen's still not ready. I sigh and pour myself another drink, I may as well get this over with now otherwise she'll just keep trying to call back.
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