It’s Friday night-1994

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How old are you, what are you doing?

I’m 16, almost due to do GCSE’s and have an amazing summer, only bettered by summer of 1995, the following year.
I’m out, either at a house party or drinking in the park or around the village. I spent ages getting ready in crop top or maybe a body, oversized denim or check shirt, usually tied around my waist, kickers & jeans. Hair long and wavy, coffee shimmer lipstick, bronzer and heavy eyeliner. Met up with the other four friends in our group to drink vodka or cider, smoke Embassy number one and probably some weed later on. Excitement’s in the air as it is every Friday night, we’ll probably meet up with the boys two years above us, maybe drive around in cars, possibly go with one of them (snog/kiss) but the most fun part is when all five of us girls get drunk together and howl with laughter, rarely has there been friendships as precious as those early ones.

This Friday night-I’m 48, lay in bed next to my sleeping 7 year old, live abroad and am a sensible adult.

I was 25 with an 18 month old baby and had just bought my first house

I was 31, four weeks from giving birth to my second daughter. Utterly in love with being a mum and delighted to have found the meaning of my life. Now 63, a bit drunk, spent the evening with eldest daughter who is visiting, and mad new neighbours. Happy.

I'd just got out of a horrible relationship, bought my first flat in London and was probably down The Underworld in Camden Town. Happy times!

I’m 35 married with a 6 and 4 year old. Friday nights mean a curry from Asda, a Cinzano for me and Bacardi and coke for dh. Probably watching the world snooker championship on BBC2.
Now 66, Takeaway curry, glass of wine for me and cup of tea for dh, watching the football on Sky.

I was staying at a friend’s in London and my boyfriend was visiting this weekend. We got married a few weeks after (still together).

I was only y7 but got to the coffee shimmer & cider soon after

I was 13 and fast asleep in bed as Saturdays I spent all day at the stables around horses.

I was 36, married to my first husband, the arsehole. I'd probably be trying to catch up with some job-related paperwork while he watched TV and slowly drank himself insensible, if I was lucky. If I was unlucky, he'd probably try to pick a fight over something utterly trivial. It wasn't a particularly happy time for me.

I'm 25 and everything is dictated by the fact I found myself unexpectedly pregnant in January. Had grim morning sickness, and was working at Matalan so whatever we were doing depended on whether I was working the next day. Lots of teetotal TV watching and sleeping. We had one of my then partners friends living with us so she and I would do tarot readings and would talk paranormal stuff. I was one of the first in my peer groyp to reproduce, so I sometimes felt I was regarded as an interesting specimen 😆.

Now 57, watching a series on my laptop, cat on my lap, widowed four years, also an orphan since last year and just figuring out what to do with the rest of my life.... offspring is 31 and very busy working and in a relationship. Rarely actively socialise, but did go to a gig! in a pub! last night and caught up with people! Am slightly shell shocked so quiet night to catch my breath tonight.

I was five years old at this point in 1994, I'd have been in bed, asleep!

I was 39 weeks pregnant and 26 years old. My son was born 6th may, l was fat grumpy and we were basically living in a bedsit wasn't the best year l ever had😅

Just arrived in London in my early 20’s, discovered the Swan in Stockwell, Brixton academy, Shepards bush and Hammersmith palais, the joy of Glastonbury, raves at Vauxhall, locum working for months solid and going to Europe for the summer, dossing on peoples floors, just utter freedom and joyousness… now grown up children, early night tonight and about to retire and spend the kids inheritance buying a motor home and driving all round Europe again… great thread btw!

12.30am on a Saturday night - I'd have been 2 pills in and loving anyone I bumped into 😍

I'm now 50 (just!) in Ibiza and just got in from a few drinks in a local bar.

Good times but bloody loved the 90s!!!

16 - doing my GCSEs. Going out with my older, partying boyfriend. Round the local pubs, hanging on park benches. Drinking cider. Would love to go back for a night!

Also 16, revising for GCSEs (allegedly…) but actually going out to meet a boy who I knew was bad news but I didn’t care. Drunk on mad dog 50/50 and listening to nirvana.

Eldest dd was born the following spring. Never saw the boy after the summer holidays. It all worked out, but I was so much more grown up than my kids seem!

Sounds dreadful but was the best thing that happened to me.
Now I have a younger dd aged 16 facing down the dreaded GCSE’s. She has far more sense than I ever did. No regrets.

Ahhh. Late teens, just finishing A levels / starting university, began the year having an absolute blast with mates. Think drunken boat parties on the Thames, nights out in Central London (Trocadero, anyone?), snogging boys from my college class, and this is after a VERY strict upbringing, so I couldn't believe my luck.

Ended that year having met a guy who became my husband (now ex) and had a child with him a few years later.

Student. Wrong degree, but persevering, wrong men, but persevering, too stupid to realise how good I had it then.

I was preparing to enter the world 🤣🤣 ( birthday is in 15 minutes) and was born 1994 hahah

May Day (no idea what day it was, but a night out happened) 1994 I happen to know I got pretty drunk. I was about to head into A level exams. We (friends) celebrated May Day with a bonfire, booze and shagged my boyfriend in the garden. It was a close friends birthday, who didn't really drink but for the first time in a while I wasn't the 'designated driver' I didn't get drunk again until freshers week that year. So we both drank together for once after lighting our bonfire. And this May Day I went out to a Turkish restaurant with my husband, gasped at the moon and wrote my resignation letter (fuck em). 18 Yr old me would never have dared to quit a job over something so small, just would suck it up. 50 year old me cannot be bothered with stupid politics, going to that friends party.tomorrow.

I'm still using Coffee Shimmer lipstick.

I was almost 16. I'd be revising for GCSEs between shagging my boyfriend at every opportunity (we'd been together for six months and thought we were so grown up). We'd wait till my parents had gone up to bed and then stay up until about 2am in the living room, having sex whilst stressing about any little sound we heard in case my parents came down down!
In between shagging we watched The Word and Eurotrash, or a video we'd chosen from the local video shop (no Blockbuster in our village).
On Saturday we'd go into town and then go to his house and repeat the Friday night, but with different TV on in the background.

Now I'm 48, and watching last night's MAFs and seeing them all as "kids"! 🤣
Went out for a sunset walk earlier with a couple of the kids and husband.
My son is now 16 and has just started seeing his first girlfriend. He's also revising for GCSEs, but no shagging happening (thank goodness).

Are you me? This was me. Actually feeling quite emotional today as my 16 yr old had her last day in school before GCSEs and her year group spent the day signing their shirts and then the evening congregating in a local park. Made me feel all nostalgic! Spent my best years on a park bench with the best of friends. Met my now husband at the park too.

Love the way when people list bands they always include loads no one has ever heard of (Dead Can Dance...?) and put the actual legends absurdly low down the order... oh, and Underworld are going as strong as ever!

Me too me too! That’s why I’m on this thread. My DC last day today before study leave has brought memories flooding back.

I saw the Grateful Dead in 1989, fabulous!
I was in the states but sadly back by 1994. I’ll have probably been raving in some random field.