I could write a post on how it sucks to graduate blah blah we all know. It fucking blows. The real sad part is when you have moments you realize you are growing up. Take tonight for instance: Wednesday night tequila shots.
So heres the usual scene: Molly has all the bad influencing ideas and then claims we “make her drink so much” ( read: false). Carly is the one who follows through and makes us do those plans, and I die.
They may dispute this but I don’t care it’s my blog and i have three followers, and they make up 2/3 of that so… Fight me.
One of us has a bad day. We go to a bar. On a weeknight. ( truth: this has happened like once, tonight. We’re actually lame and spend our lives watching dawsons creek screaming at the tv wondering why joey is so terrible. And once we we did wednesday karaoke which is documented and awesome, videos to follow) We should be doing work. We have to be there for each other, duh. We have about two drinks. I go home, sober, and watch private practice. I wonder why Sam wont be my boyfriend. Or Pete. Or Cooper for that matter. I feel bad. I think about my chocolate cover strawberries and how my kids told me ” I’m black on the inside” get happy and sleep.
Buuuut back to the point. Tonight we did a tequila shot. Why? God knows. Ask my two friends. However did this lead to craziness and more shots and drinks and dancing? No, we politely paid our check, got picked up, went home and watched sober private practice.
This my friends, is growing up.
