Does that really even count? Everyone is all a-twitter over the demise of that gorgeous brunette’s relationship with some dude who is tall and plays some sport. Don’t know his name, don’t know if it ever really mattered. When you are getting married because your sisters are suddenly more famous than you are for being married to another tall sports star or having a baby with a preppy jerk, does it matter who stands at the altar with you? Smoke and mirrors people, obviously this relationship wasn’t going to work. No one ever knows if ANY relationship will work, unless they have a crystal ball that they aren’t sharing! Going to see Miss Pamela, who works out of a trailer by the overpass, totally does not count. Of course I will have a wonderful life and marry a fabulous guy. Why else would twenty something women be sliding you sweaty twenties whilst trying not to choke on the patchouli fumes? Not because it’s a fun activity for the day, but because they are desperate to know that there is hope for them yet! You know, more than the carefree party nights out with the ladies, trolling for a hottie to buy you a watered down G & T, pretending to not check out every other single girl in the room to compare your shoes with. Coming home with a pounding headache from the never-ending soundtrack of such hits like “The Sign” and “Barbie Girl”, reeking of secondhand smoke (well, back in the olden days that was a problem), and vowing never to go out again.
That said, carefree nights out sound pretty damn good right about now.
You are so funny! And I save your blog posts to read
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any noise! Love the song references, you nailed 'em!
Keep writing, I will keep reading. :)