Not So Hot Girls Summer

Frankie

The perspective of not give a f***

You Only Live Once. It was the only motto that stuck from the school years and had become the only motto I knew how to live by. Life could be cruel, the world a grim place for us millennials. I no longer see the point of putting myself at the hands of more suffering for the sake of others. Everyone's out for themselves anyway, so don't let anyone try and trick you otherwise. Live by my four rules- keep things short, keep things sweet, put yourself first and learn to not give a f***. 

1

I knew I looked good. Not only because I felt it, but because I could see almost every passer-by's eyes become magnets as soon as I flurried past them. Not just men's, women's as well, the most important gaze of all for their capture gaze was the ultimate compliment.

The streets were busy as expected, it was London after all, but perhaps more so today as the temperature had exceeded twenty degrees, a temperature that instantly alerted the English population to find an outdoor bar or rooftop to do some daytime drinking-exactly what I hoped we would be doing within the hour. I was fine with busy, busy meant atmosphere, but for Amelie it meant worry, especially as we were struggling to find where we were staying, even with Maddie's head stuck in maps.
I chose to not get involved, I never did, not just because I couldn't be bothered, but because I always knew wherever we ended up, we would always find our destination in the end. Being lost just added to the experience, especially in this case where there was an abundance of good-looking male specimens wandering the streets around us. It was only because of this, and the significant amount of attention I was receiving, that I decided that on this rare occasion I would offer my assistance with directions. Through one simple magnetic gaze and smile, I attracted the help of a suited gentleman who was quick to approach me, and with a bit of flirtation, guided us in the correct direction of the apartment. It was a direction that meant not only Amelie's nerves would finally calm, but a direction that meant we was one step closer to prosecco.

There's nothing a girl's looks can't solve.

When we arrived, I was pretty surprised by the size and elegance of the apartment. Mads had done well on this one, and she knew it, so much so that I could tell that she was looking for a reaction from both of us that confirmed our appreciation for her find. I gave her a small one to satisfy her yearning for gratification, but that's only because I wanted her to get a move on so we could head back out. We hadn't come to the city to stick around in an apartment, we could have booked a hostel for all I cared, especially as I had no plan to spend any time in it other than sleeping (and even then, I wasn't hoping to always return to my own bed). We had come to London to go out and get drunk. It had been five hours after leaving the coast and so far, we hadn't managed either. Now heading up to six hours, I was becoming eager to get out and get a drink (I had been since stepping off the tube) so the girls needed to stop gawking around, fix themselves up and scram back out the door to our bottomless.

Like Mads had managed to wangle us a nifty apartment, I had managed to wangle us a table at London's top rated boujee brunch. I had been wanting to visit it from the first moment my eyes laid upon it's pink beauty on Instagram, so as soon as I heard we were heading into London, over 6 months before, I made sure I reserved us a table for bottomless. It was the perfect spot to get dressed up and show everyone back home that we were living the best hot girls' summer yet; eating good food, drinking good wine, all whilst looking good. Who wouldn't have wanted to be us?

When we arrived, I could tell Mads was impressed, especially when they seated us on the velvet coated, pink scalloped seats underneath a draping chandelier of Wisteria- the perfect spot for a new profile picture. She looked happy.
''Ame, can you take a picture please?'' I asked, having had my request declined for a photo at the flower wall as we walked in- even though that's what it was there for.