What’s your favorite type of beer? You might even be naive enough to think you have one. Maybe it’s the only beer you drink, ever.
“I’m an adult. This is what adults drink. I am sophisticated.”
Sometimes you just gotta get wild on a Tuesday night.
Your eyes jolt open with this horrified look on your face like when you sleep through your alarm and realize you’re already late for work.
Although everyone doesn’t drink (see: Jules), alcohol is undoubtedly a huge component of the social lives of early 20-somethings.
The 23-year-old PR intern named Cara with shiny hair who only wears J Crew, Club Monaco, and, when she’s slumming it, GAP.
An egg bigger than the whole wide world, the universe.
What will survive of us is love.
She’s not a groupie. She’s not a super-fan. She’s not my girlfriend, girlfriend’s friend, friend’s girlfriend, promoter’s girlfriend, promoter’s girlfriend’s friend, want-to-be girlfriend, or future ex-girlfriend.
“Gross! I stepped in puke!”
“That’s yours, don’t you remember?”
Ah… mistakes were made.