There is nothing like staying up until 6am partying with old friends to make you feel young. But there is nothing like working all day the next day to make you feel really old.
I have concluded at 27, I am too old for it.
Not necessarily too old to stay up until 6am, but definitely too old to have to spend the next day being pleasant to customers whilst wanting to be sick on their shoes*
The unfortunate part is, I may be too old to do it, but I have almost certainly NOT learnt my lesson. Roll on the weekend!
*I am helping a friend at her shop over the summer. The extra cash will be handy, but at times when I have the hangover even French bread and cream cheese can’t cure, even the free clothes won’t make up for it.