Rewind to 2018, when flavoured gins exploded in popularity, and I fell into a deeper love; gin suddenly overtook the deep love affair I’ve had with prosecco all the years, and became the centre and focus of any girl’s night in.
I was never particularly creative when it came to food or drinks, and would’ve much preferred having something readily prepared for me, that I could put in the microwave for 4 minutes, or pop open and pour in a glass.
In recent years, my domestic tendencies have surprisingly gone from strength to strength (not least surprisingly to myself) and I’ve found actual happiness in concocting things in the kitchen, some may not have been entirely digestible over the years but…I’ve got there in the end.
Another thing I’ve learnt aside from how to make a lasagne or an Aperol Spritz as I’ve got older, I’ve realised the importance of friends more than ever; as friends get married, have careers and babies and houses, and people move in with their partners, it becomes more difficult .The value of good friends isn’t something to be underestimated; in life, we tend to think the person we’re romantically involved with is the one we can turn to no matter what. This is true in many people’s lives, but if anything is to go wrong our friends are the people we can always rely on. A night in with food, drinks and laughter, is the cure for all manner of things. And gin…I mean, it was used as medicine years ago.
When I was younger (God I’ve noticed how old I sound saying that these days…someone intervene when I start sentences with” back in my day”), I couldn’t think of anything worse than a night in; a night in?! What is this strange concept? Staying indoors? How could something that didn’t involve a packed, sweaty nightclub and a kebab at 5am bring me any joy? The years passed by and the pure exhaustion has hit me at 8pm every night, alongside the deep yearning inside me to stay in my pyjamas and not have to leave my house to socialise. Thankfully, my friends feel the same, and we are of mutual agreement that why on earth would you put on shoes and a bra, when you could stay in the comfort of your own home and drink gin instead whilst blasting out the Female Power Vocals Spotify playlist?