Girls Night

There's nothing I love more than playing dress up.

When I first started going out in my teenage years, the pre night out ritual would begin around 7pm. Early dinner, because a food baby is not going to compliment the outfit I pulled out four days ago. Shower time, because it is impossible to style two day old hair. Then around 8pm the girls would pile round. This was nearly always lead by my girlfriend Lucy, my partner in crime when it came to religious partying.

Cue copious amounts of wine, loud all-girl mega-mixes and the construction and reconstruction of the perfect outfit from four days ago that now simply doesn't make the cut. We'd do each others hair while tipsy shouts of "who has my mascara" or "has anyone seen my bra straps" echoed round the room. After a hundred selfies, we'd slip on our ten inch heels and stumble into the back of a cab, usually driven by Alan, and disappear into the night. The whole routine would usually last a good three or four hours and nine times out of ten was more of the focal part of the night out than the night of partying itself.

With hazy heads the following morning, we would recall the antics of the night previous, drinking tea and packing up the five spare outfits we'd had on standby and hiding from the embarrassing amounts of empty bottles scattered across the room. The girls and I would repeat this ritual every week, so when it came to my departure for Uni, I was nervous for my getting ready ritual to be compromised.

But thankfully, I realised something great when I came to Uni. Girls are the same the world over. Each of the girls I moved in with had their own getting ready ritual, so we combined them to create the power pre-night out. And as Friday finally rolled around again, Pippa and I had got this.

Top- Topshop

Skirt-H&M

Shoes- Similar at Office

 Throwing each others clothes on and off in a bid to create the perfect outfit while mixing spirits with the professional expertise of the finest bartenders (tiny exaggeration) we began our preparations. Yet as per with Pippa and I, we were running late, and as 10pm came around, we tumbled into a cab and headed over to DSTRKT. It's quickly becoming my favourite London hotspot, and we wasted no time hopping inside, welcomed by a glass of champagne.

Our night quickly got hazy and I awoke with a full face of make up, a skirt in two pieces and an unrivalled hangover. It was one of those rare moments that the evening festivities had more than lived up to the getting ready. I'll share a few snaps with you and leave the rest to the imagination.