90s Night Out

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Anyone?

It's the 90s (pick whichever year was your year)
I'm literally watching the clock like schoolgirl Britney, waiting for the evening so I can go out with my mates.
I've got a tiny strappy black dress in my bag, and stupidly high platform docs to change into.
My best mate 'Chelle will bring her make up bag of of tricks, no doubt there'll be some glitter hairspray in there too.
I'm going to get merry on peach schnapps and pineapple bacardi breezers.

Who else is coming?

Smirnoff ice or a Hooch over here. Probably in jeans.

The red Bacardi breezer. Nearly killed me NYE 1998 🤪

Works Christmas do 1990. Swanky hotel, disco, limitless free bar and everyone up for a right laugh. What could possibly go wrong. One of the best nights I've ever had and I've had my fair share over the years.

98/99.

I've got long black boots, platform heels. A purple sequinned backless top and silky black wide-ish leg trousers.
Not taking a coat cos it's £1 to put it in the cloakroom!!

I've got a Sugarplum tinted lip balm from Boots and Barbara Daley foundation from Tesco in Almond. A lot of Rimmel kohl eyeliner. Glitter stars on my cheekbones.

I'll be drinking Pernod and coke (I take myself very seriously) and hopefully getting off with Gareth Watkins later.

Student bar 1995. Brought a bloke home. He never left. Married 27 years x

It’s ‘97. Im 16. Im wearing a dress and heels and using a fake ID to get into the nightclubs of Leeds where I can drink Schnapps and alcopops.

I am not at all concerned despite this being idiotic.

It’s 1997 and my boyfriend will pick me up in his Micra soon.

I’m getting ready in my tiny box room. It’ll take ages cos I’ve got to crimp my hair then I’ll take ages applying my make up. White base, followed by carefully drawn on flicks with liquid eye liner. My eyebrows are non existent so I can draw on the perfect ones. Can’t decide on red or black lipstick tonight. I’ll stick on some face jewels between my eyebrows and make sure my choker is straight.
I haven’t eaten today cos I need to look as skinny as possible and this corset will be pulled tight. PVC hot pants, fishnets and New Rock boots complete the look. A squirt of Cabotine and a pack of Lambert and Butler in my punked up Shaun the sheep bag and I’m good to go.
When I go downstairs my dad will laugh at the way I look but I’ll just roll my eyes, what does he know anyway.

We’ll stop to pick up our mate who’ll have to squeeze in to the back seat, then we’ll drive over an hour to ‘Wolvo’ cos that’s where the best clubs are.

Once in the club I’ll get a Metz or Bacardi Breezer, and will happily be one of the first on the dance floor. Dancing is my happy place, so long as it’s Korn, Deftones, Pantera, Machine Head, Fear Factory or Metallica. I’m getting off the floor if it’s fucking Reef or GreenDay.

I’ll swing my crimped hair about and get sweaty as fuck in this God-forsaken club full of freaks and oddballs and I’ll be the happiest I’ve ever been.

I was nearly killed by blue WKD on the same night

@Allmarbleslost
@catin8oot5
Dangerous times! 😁

Does anyone have any vodka jelly shots?

I can't stand jelly sorry but come with me and we'll get a couple of Aussie White Croc Shots in Yates.

It's 1998, I'm a lone indie kid living in student halls surrounded by girls in tiny dresses and heels. There's a boy in my philosophy lectures who dresses like Damon Albarn so I pluck up the courage to say hi. He accepts me into his tribe.
I still get ready with my housemates but I'm done in half the time, then off I go to jump and up down to Blur and The Charlatans in my trainers, while they go to clubs that won't let me in dressed like this. We will all get pissed wherever we end up, and probably bump into each other in the kebab shop on the way home, and we've all had a great night 😁

Are we meeting outside the Body Shop?

I'm wearing either low rise boot cut jeans with a tiny crop top, a silky, strappy dress or a little mini with a low cut top. All enhanced with a wonderbra. Platform sandals with everything.

Sorry!
Yes @PinkArt
Is it still open?
Can you get me a White Musk body spray if it is as I've run out.
I'll buy the first round in for you👍

I miss my 90s Wonderbra. I used to shove those chicken fillet things in it.

Brill. Double Archers and lemonade please.

I’d be in all black, thick tights, miniskirt, top of some kind and doc martens, pints at the pub then off to an indie club or concert

Nothing has changed to be honest, I’m clad in docs and all black at the pub now, difference is that we will get decent food and head to a local pub with a band later not a club, Cinders needs to be in bed for midnight 😁

I'm running late.
Me mam won't let out until I've had a feed of gammon egg and chips to "seal" my stomach.
She means lines but whatevs! She won't let me out until I've eaten it all 🙄
She says Dad will give us a lift down in his work van 😬

Wearing some kind of tight crop top, jeans and wedge heels. Hair straightened to within an inch of its life. Off to student night, where I will be drinking Blastaway or Diamind White, getting extremely drunk, pretending to smoke Marlboro and dancing to anything from Britpop to early piano dance.

I'll come. I'm wearing a dress and platform heels. I will start off on reef and do strawpeedos and maybe a metz or 2. Throw in some test tubes and vodka jelly and pineapple barcardi breezers. End the night in club with sticky carpets and a mist of smoke. Drinks there are VK and £1 a bottle. We buy 10 bottles each. We don't wear coats as we have to pay £1 for cloakroom. We then get a burger and taxi home and have chage left over from £20 from the whole night. Circ 1998 / 1999 🙂

I have discovered the joy of an afternoon indie club! All the fun of the 90s, home with a kebab by 8pm 😁

@JohnWickAteMyHamster where is this?!

It's 1999 Saturday night. I'm getting ready with the now familiar feeling of nausea. I always get it before I head out, it's a combination of nerves about getting the drugs sorted, worrying about dropping dead on them and intense excitement about how this night will go. I'm also exhausted as this is my fourth night out in a row and I've gone to work in the vintage clothes shop everyday on less than three hours sleep.

I run through the blokes in my head I've hooked up (I don't call if that though) recently and who I'm hoping I'll see out tonight. Jay the dealer is my current favourite.

My best friend and flatmate and I check how much money we have after rent between us. We decide to walk into the City. It only takes 40 minutes but is through some very dodgy areas. We should be fine together if we walk fast.

We have a selection of clothes laid out; all pvc and fake fur. We have to stand on the armchair to see our reflections in the only mirror in the apartment. The apartment is absolutely filthy, has no food whatsoever and piles of clothes on every surface.

We are thrilled with how skinny we are these days; it's the combination of never eating, drinking very little alcohol, consuming copious amounts of Es, walking miles every day and dancing into the early hours at least four nights a week. We look much older than our 19 years though, huge bags under our eyes and tired skin.

We have enough money for cigarettes. That's all we need. We get into the nightclubs free as we do promo work handing out flyers for a couple of hours before we do into the club. We will be paid by the end of the night in cash and can get some Es on tick before that.

After painting our faces with one shade of pan makeup, blue eyeshadow, lots of glitter and putting enough product in my spiky white hair with purple hues to survive a nuclear attack we head out.

We will be back in about 12 - 20 hours when we will collapse into our beds for the rest of Sunday and Monday emerging only to get a plate of curry chips and roll joints on the couch wrapped in blankets.

Christmas 1997, looking like Nicole Appleton in my combats and vest top and stripy highlights. Indie kid so drinking beer and smoking Marlboro menthol in our local, listening to the Stone Roses and ABBA 🤣