If we were at happy hour, I’d order something frozen and fruity and tropical. It’s getting warm here in California, and a drink that comes with an umbrella feels really necessary. You’d order wine or something classy like that, and I’d look like the douchebag slurping on a freaking umbrella drink in what is technically still winter, but that’s okay. You wouldn’t judge me at all.
If we were at happy hour, I’d tell you that on Monday, I’m going on spring break! You’d give me a face and say something like, Spring break? You’re not even a student anymore. Who do you think you are? And I’d be all like, I’M NOT A GROWNUP YET DON’T MAKE ME, and then calmly explain that I took time off work (nannying) and internships to go to New Orleans and Nashville with a couple friends from high school. And I’d ask you for any recommendations, because you’ve obviously been to both, you well-traveled power goddess.
If we were at happy hour, my drink glass would already be empty. You’d notice and order a second round for me, like a good friend should. You just get me. They don’t call it Thirsty Thursday for nothin’.
If we were at happy hour, I’d tell you that I’ve pretty much made a grad school decision. I haven’t heard back from every school, but I got into my top private (read: expensive) school and my top public (read: I won’t exclusively eat Top Ramen for every single meal for the rest of my life) school. You’d ask all the right questions about my decision, and I’d tell you that because the public school is about $40,000 less per year, I’m leaning toward that. Then I’d tell you that I’ll update the blog with the actual school names in the near future (couple of weeks, probably).
If we were at happy hour, I would apologize for talking so much about myself. I just have a lot going on, I’d rationalize, and you’re always the best listener. You’d eat the flattery right up and let me continue rambling on about life. Thanks, buddy. You’re a rockstar.
If we were at happy hour, we’d order round three, and round four, then go out on the town. I think we could both use a night of drinks and dancing, wouldn’t you say?