You Know Those Nights
There are evenings when you silence group texts and ignore all social offerings for a night out because: one, you’re already in sweatpants and also two, a comfy bed > makeup+bars.
Then there are those other nights. The ones where your inner Pauly Shore comes out and before you even know it you’ve already assembled a blackout crew and are in a divey bar busting out your throwback moves while dancing to “Hot In Herre”. You take tequila shots for “the first time in forever”. You meet a girl. She is literally so dope your brain cannot understand why the universe waited this long to bring the two of your genius’ together. You share almost everything in common from your JTT childhood crush to that matching bruise on your knee you both swear don’t even know where it came from. Just soul mates taking shots together on a magically perfect besties evening. You exchange numbers. “We NEED to hang out” she says. “YOU HAVE TO COME TO COACHELLA WITH ME” you’ll reply.
The next morning you wake up with a stamp on your wrist with some clue that you actually went out. You immediately perform the necessary blackout checklist routine of making sure you have your keys, wallet, and most importantly your phone. In relief, you sit up in bed scrolling through whatever social media poison of your choice to see if you’ve taken any photos when suddenly…the snapchat evidence confirms it. You had a total homance. The one night stand of a late night BF”F” with whom you’ve shared sacred moments with and will never ever see again. I mean sure you have her number– but you’re already totally over it. This is a pretty common situation. This post is for the weekend warriors that know what I’m talking about. What you guys had was special, you’ll never forget her.
At least until you meet the next one.