Women behaving badly
Girls’ nights out for my gal-buds and myself are always about having fun. But apparently, what constitutes fun for some women, is a matter of opinion.
Ours is a diverse group - bubbly, endearing, quirky and wild. You can only expect our outings to border on crazy. Though we can be loud at times, depending where we are, we know our limits, especially when it comes to booze and behaviour.
There are seven of us in our clique, three of whom are singles and the rest married. We find it necessary to meet up occasionally for our momentarily escape from the serious and responsible roles we play as wives, girlfriends, mothers, homemakers and career-women. We just need to chill essentially and bond with our own gender.
Being able to let our hair down, undo a button or two and not worry about whether we are using our fingers to eat and not needing to constantly touch up our make up, is just so refreshing. We bitch about work, gossip and exchange some of the dirtiest jokes you could ever imagine, all in the name of good fun.
Granted we have mellowed over the years, we still know how to party. Well, at least we thought so until we met another group of women at a pub recently.
Unlike us, they were dressed to kill (weapons dangerously exposed) and painstakingly layered with make-up. They were probably as loud as we were but there was a difference.
While we sought to revel in the company of each other, these girls were outwardly flirting with any guy that passed by their table. Soon theirs was the fun table. To be honest, it made ours seem like we were at a wake.
Perhaps their idea of girls’ night out meant rubbing up against strangers and trying to get them to pick up their tabs too. To each her own. We didn’t mind and even exchanged pleasantries with all four of them, who apparently hailed from the mass communications industry.
Not surprisingly, with what seemed like a free-flow of alcohol to their table, the four of them soon grew louder. Thankfully, the noise and music had smothered much of their rather colourful language.
When it was time to head back to our lives, we assembled by the main road waiting for our cabs. Then there was some commotion, two girls emerged from the pub and began vomiting in symphony on the sidewalk. We recognised them from the table next to ours. It was not a pleasant sight.
We offered to help but another girl staggered to us claiming this was normal behaviour from her friends and that there was nothing to be concerned about.
What’s normal about attractive and well-dressed young women, stooping over the sidewalk and puking their guts out?
We walked away satisfied we had another great outing together but were left wondering how ‘drinking-till-you-puke’ could ever be interpreted as fun. As the last of us got into a cab, we turned for one last look. Both girls were now lying on their backs holding their heads. It was time for the third girl to throw up.
Missus Singapore out!
