I’m not big on going out. I’m happier in my own home with a few friends. I’m a bit of a wuss, really, when it comes to going out: I don’t like crowds, hate fighting my way to the bar, don’t really like drunk people and am a complete baby about catching taxis or, worse, having to get a train at night.
No, I’m far more at ease with a girl’s night in. My friends are absolutely wonderful company and frankly I don’t need anything else but them, a few drinks and a few squishy sofas. We cackle… we gossip… there are mojitos… (and sometimes moustaches), I mean, what more could a girl ask for?
In a survey, Ladbrokes bingo recently stated that 57% of those women surveyed felt that there’s an age where you start to want to go out less and stay in more for dinner parties/ nights in/ home entertaining etc (oh, and 30% said maybe, which means ‘I want to say yes but I don’t want anyone to think I’m an old fart’. They stated reasons like ‘there are no sleazy men about’ and, my favourite ‘you can wait in the warm and dry if you need a taxi’ (woman after my own heart there) for great reasons to stay in with your buddies rather than hit the town.
Now I’m sure there are a few of you reading this who prefer a night on the tiles, but give me my friends, a few scented candles, some yummy nibbles (I’m thinking cheese here, mainly) and a few drinks, and who needs expensive booze, crowded bars and soggy pavements. Does that make me sound like an old fart? Yeah, probably…