A night like this is as
Cliché as it can get.
Two hours spent getting ready with Girly coolers and music blasting through the house.
A tipsy walk up the hill,
Laughing about who will be there.
Dancing all night,
Trying not to get caught and
Comforting friends in run down bathrooms,
Insulting whoever broke her heart.
When I arrive home,
I look in the mirror, smile and think,
"These are the nights I've been waiting for."
