Bestie for the night, hairstylist, relationship guru and the love of your life.
Dear drunk girl I met in the club bathroom at Peckham Audio, The sisterhood that we created whilst exchanging Instagrams is one so strong it could never be replaced. Even though we will only DM each other to share the pictures that we took that night, clearly our temporary friendship means so much to me. Where are you now, I wonder? Do you also think about how you fixing my makeup and giving me the ‘You’re a bad bitch, f*k that guy’ talk would make me believe in love again? Because I do. Drunk girl I met in the club bathroom, the secrets that we shared I will carry to the grave, even if I don’t really remember them. Like a powder room version of Catholicism, all it took was a drunken ‘Sister, I have sinned’ for the weight to be lifted of my shoulders. We met on Saturday night and we will never meet again, but I will always be here to aid you so that you don’t yak all over your Depop Keren Miller boots and Miss Sixty skirt. What kind of friend would I be to let you ruin an outfit as stylish and meticulously sourced as yours? I watched as you braved the nausea, adjusted your mini skirt, and emptied your purse on the bathroom sink as if it was your personal vanity. Numerous beauty products flooding out, a reflection of modern day consumerism before my eyes. Whatever a person could possibly need you had it in your bountiful bag. Every aesthetic problem that I didn’t know I had, you so nicely pointed out was fixed before I could even ask, the big sister vibes you exuded that night were unforgettable. I could thank you again for the unconditional love and sisterhood that you shared that Saturday night. That night, you had a PhD in psychology, a living example that girls really can do it all. The humanitarian acts that you delivered rival that of the UN, and when people question the kindness of other women, I will simply point to you and beg them to head to the club to experience true selfless humanity. At 1 a.m., three shots and a pre-game in, I know that I will experience the magic of sisterhood from a drunk girl in the club bathroom.