Please, someone, so I can justify how much goes out of my wallet and behind a bar whenever my girl friends and I go to the 3 Onions.
It, honestly, is probably because when the bartender hands me my tab at the end of the evening, the item name reads "Ladies Night" next to the price. Sipping something fruity and girly and catching up on months worth of gossip is best done over two beverages - coffee or martinis. Coffee, however, does not come with a receipt with the word "Ladies Night" on it. Honestly, I just need to stop pretending. My friends and I will never be quite "Sex & the City" caliber. In fact, most of the gossip of the evening was about future (too young!) weddings and relationships. None of my friends (or myself, for that matter) have a fighting chance of becoming the Sex & the City ladies. So instead on staying single for a long time and joining together to talk about our escapades over martinis, we gossip and try not to cry because of the bill at the end of the night.
Really, this is just a public cry for help. My weeks (months) of living simply are being tested currently. Something came over me this week (pre-celebration for an extremely and unrealistic economic improvement?) and I have been incredibly liberal with my money. This includes a number of shared pitchers of beer and cheese fries on Tuesday, extra coffee Thursday and ballet flats from Aldo and martinis tonight. I need to be realistic again and remember that I work in retail and haven't had any sub positions yet.
There's just something so nice in pretending. And something so much better about gossip said over a fruity concoction in a fabulous glass...
Though, if I keep this up there's no way I'll be able to keep putting away this money to get those beautiful new MacBooks that were just released so I can get one somewhere between March and May. Stay back delicious pumpkin pie martinis (yes, pumpkin pie martinis), stay back!
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