I want to be 18 again and getting ready in my bedroom for a Friday night

[Robofoof]

In my bedroom at my parents house
90s music playing
I'm tiny and have a huge wardrobe
No idea where the night will take us
Pubs are busy, I'll probably get a few drinks brought for me
I'm going out with £20 for the whole night

Happy days

All of these ‘I want to be 18 again’ posts are making me cry xx

I used to go out with my nursing colleagues after we finished at 9. Usually to the hospital social club for a few then into town to the club. Back home to the nursing accommodation for drinks in someone’s front room. Might be in bed by 5am if lucky then back at work for 8am to work til 9. Don’t know how we did it! The hangovers now are at least 2 days.

Let me remember the shops:

River Island
Red or dead
Warehouse
Topshop, obviously
Karen Millen was for skinny girls 😜

Just dropped my DD off at the very same pub I would have been going to at the time of my life, Friday night in the early 90s. How the years have flown.

in a taxi that would drop me off at the bottom of our lane

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🤣

This brings back memories. My mate lived on a farm up a looooonnngg lane and I think even the taxi driver was scared as we made him drive up it to drop us off

In the middle of bloody nowhere

I used to put my emergency taxi fiver in the heel of my shoe.

Pleather skirt
Tiny top to shop off belly piercing
Platform sandals from Topshop
Thong
Lots of eyeliner
Bleached hair

Bag containing:
lipstick
£20 to pay for travel, club entry, drinks & pizza.
Chewing gum
10 Silk Cut & lighter
Chewing gum
NO PHONES!

Preparations included hair removal in case of late night rendezvous

God I was a classy bird!

The nostalgia- It's early 1990s I am in 6th form, home from school for the holidays and getting ready to go out with my home friends.

I am in my room with my music loud loving the freedom of being able to do that - my latest mix tape is playing and Mum is calling upstairs to me to "turn that music down NOW"

I am wearing my velvet black trousers with platform type shoes, my skinny rib top with paired with my Levi jacket with a big velvet choker around my neck and a couple of mood rings.

I took ages having a shower with my dewberry shower gel and washed my hair with ice blue shampoo. Carefully drying and scrunching my curly ( frizzy) hair with mousse and to ensure it holds for the night I have enough wet look gel, glitter gel and hairspray in my hair to not have it move for a week !

In my tiny bag, I have £20, my phone card, tic tacks, lip gloss, my fake ID ( made in art) I am not quite 18. -6 months to go.

As my friend's ring the door bell - Dad gives me a tenner for emergency taxi money and rolls his eyes at what I am wearing, but does not comment.

We head into The City on the bus fare was £1 . We sat upstairs because 2 of my friends smoked .

Head to the pub first, then the wine bar and finally clubbing, where my fake ID gets me in without question we all laugh, drink Bacardi and coke and have a brilliant night.

I get home about 2 A.M .

The reality- I am sat here in the car being a taxi for DD (teen) waiting to pick her up wishing it was 30 odd years ago and I was right back there on those carefree Friday and Saturday nights of my youth!

Early 90’s in my little tie dye dress, leggings and DMs. Long hair, lots of silver rings and bangles. Meeting my mates to go to the Indie night at a club in town where all drinks were a quid before 11pm. Dancing to Nirvana and Rage Against the Machine, making eyes at long haired boys who all seemed to be in a band. Drinking pints of cider and black or Newcastle Brown Ale and smoking Marlborough Lights. Good times!

I remember getting a taxi to drop me off short of my destination as I’d run out of money & could see the meter going up. I desperately needed a wee & had to do it in someone’s garden! 😳Thank god Ring cameras and social media didn’t exist back then or my arse would have been all over the neighbourhood Facebook group!

Bees Knees Pub
Rumours bar
La Di Dars nightclub
Peppermint Place
Cats Whiskers

Yeah great times!

Thigh socks and chunky boots 😂 My abiding memory of the 90's 'big' club night on the Saturday (our weekends were 4 nights thu-sun) was my neighbour and his mates rushing to his bedroom window when my taxi tooted; the thigh socks/short skirt combo meant a good chance of a knicker flash - wee pervs 😂

Older era early 80's. Friday night was the best night of the week, as you still had Saturday to come. Get dressed up in your latest Miss Selfridges outfit and spend at least half an hour on your make up - two eyeshadow colours minimum and a deep red or plum lippy. Bus into town and straight to the alternative bar. To avoid trouble, the bar had a bouncer and a red rope and being approved to get past the red rope was the best feeling ever! Down stairs in the bar, was full of your best friends and cool people you didn't know yet but would probably start chatting with at some point in the evening and just the best music ever recorded. Hogging the big table in the corner, smoking and drinking and laughing yourself sick, it felt like the good times would last for ever. Home by 1 ready for a big night out on Saturday .

yes please! I used to babysit in my early twenties when I was singleish but lived by myself so funds were very tight, £10 from babysitting on a Thursday would pay for my Friday night out and if I was lucky stretch to part of a Saturday evening as well!

Saturday afternoons getting ready while Brooky omnibus was on in the background!

@Redhairandhottubs that had me right back in my college days. And then early days at uni. Only three photos survive (that I know of!) All taken with wall hangings and wind chimes in the background in people's rooms. How did we all manage to roll in at 3 am, neck a pint of water before going to bed and get up for lectures?

Oh the stress of watching that meter go up! 😂

I love this

Out Friday, Saturday & Sunday night.

Saturday out shopping for a new outfit, have a nap, watch Blind Date with Cilla then get ready for a night out.

Wow it's taking me back.

Oh Sundays, normally just me and my best friend did Sunday night and they were in a league of their own, it had its own vibe and only certain bars were busy so we got to know loads of people. We alwayd got the last bus home - which was an experience in itself, in fact my best friend met her DH on the last bus !!!!

Had a tiny handbag so would keep my phone, £20 and a pack of tabs down my bra. My bag was for my camera and lighter.
Oh the adventures! I'd be horrified now

Trebles for £3, would go out for 4 hours and be on the last bus home. Taxi home was for a big night out

Oh I miss those days. Getting ready to go out to the college bar and staying there getting pissed until chucking out time and then a few of us going back to someone's room to continue drinking and talking about utter shite until we all fell asleep. I was never one for going clubbing.
And still getting up and going to lectures the next morning, definitely the worse for wear, sometimes even still pissed.

Late 70s for me. Ladies night at Time and Place in Bradford. 50p for a vodka and lime. Under £5 for a taxi home from Foster Square to Menston nurses home at 3am and up at 6am for shift at work.

Yup I’m with you. I loved it at the time but much happier at home with DH and Dc making pizza while I lounge on my feather duvet switching betwen MN and a good book while burning a lovely scented candle. Wouldn’t go back for anything ( and tonight wouldn’t even go out for anything!)

Year 2000 - I loved being 18! The freedom but also the nostalgia we felt even then, as we knew we were all going our separate ways that year after 14 years at school together.

My mum would laugh watching me pour archers and lemonade with virtually no lemonade in it before disappearing upstairs to get ready, listening to Stereophonics. Orange breezers, ice cold, I still miss them!

She'd then drive me to my friends house and we'd all walk to the pub together. I remember long winding drunken walks home, probably waking up every street in the village as we did so!

I'd watch the latest Frasier when I got in as my mum would video it for me. About 3 hours sleep then off to my Saturday job, picking up a Chinese on the way home.

No pics but text messages were starting to be a thing and so exciting seeing the light on my Ericsson flipphone flashing!!