The boy you love just broke your heart, so your girlfriends decide that drinking is in order. Because nothing numbs the pain quite like a few shots of SoCo. Together with your roommates, you pick out a super hot outfit (consisting of some combination of low cut top/push up bra), take a few pre-gaming shots and head out the door to either “show him what he’s missing,” or “forget about that prick.”
t’s August, which means it’s almost that time of year: back to school. But unlike when we were younger and dreaded the first day, going back to college is exciting, enough to provoke countdowns on Facebook statuses (“Only 236 hours more days until I’m back at school!”), and overall giddiness. However, amidst all that excitement, there’s one gray cloud looming: you’ll be leaving your best friends from home behind.
Nothing makes me want to curl up and die faster than an invite to a group dinner. From start to finish it’s an intensive game of twenty questions. Where should we go to eat? Do they have vegetarian options? Can you be there by 7 or not? Did you seriously invite her?
There are some unwritten rules of friendship we all know: Thou shalt hold her hair back when she is praying to the porcelain god after a long Friday night. Thou shalt never date her ex-boyfriend, brother or best male friend. Thou shalt never have to watch Say Yes to the Dress alone. Thou shalt risk your life to satisfy the drunken cravings of your BFF.
I think I blinked three times during the entire 147 minute showcase of Sex and the City 2. I didn't want to miss a single drool-worthy second of high fashion, I couldn't stop fathoming how well Aiden had aged and I didn't want to miss any of Carrie's one-liner snippets of advice. And while soaking it all in, I noticed something else.
Yesterday, I had a Skype date with one of my old friends from high school. It's always fun to catch up with random high school acquaintances, but as I hung up after our chat, I was struck by the realization that all we had talked about was boys. That's it! I heard all about her new boyfriend and how cute he is, and she asked about all of my boy dilemmas.
I was studying for my Calc midterm with one of my sorority sisters last night, and like good students (hey, we were studying on a Thursday night, cut us some slack) we were soon off the topic of derivatives and onto to the topic of boys.
So, I'm dealing with a really bad breakup right now. No, my boyfriend didn't dump me - that would require me to have had a boyfriend in the first place. But my very good guy friend did dump his very serious girlfriend and now I'm left in the middle.
On the dreaded day of February 14th, I used to be the cliché girl dressed in all black because I proclaimed Valentine’s Day to be a dumb holiday created by card companies to ruin the institution of love. But really, I was just bitter about that fact that I wouldn’t be receiving a single Valentine’s card, nor did I have anybody to give one to.
Like most families, mine gathers around the dinner table on Thanksgiving and (after making fun of each other for a few minutes) shares what they are most thankful for that year. Growing up, I hated this tradition; it was so cheesy and lame. But now that I'm an adult, going around the table at Thanksgiving allows me to tell my family how much I love them...
I’m a senior in college, single, loving it, and have just as many girlfriends as random sexual escapades (almost). So maybe I’m not having as much consistent sex as I’d like, but I am still getting my fill of lovin. I am absolutely in love with my girlfriends.
I remember going to college expecting to make some of the best friends of my life. It had always seemed that way -- you have nice high school friends, but gradually they fade out of the picture and your college friends dominate your life. Wasn't that the way it was supposed to be?
They say college is where you meet your bridesmaids. I don't know who the hell "they" are, but it seems true enough. After four years of late night pizza runs, Friday night pre-gaming and makeup sessions, and spooning in tiny twin beds, you are bound to make those tight knit friendships.