Sometimes....

So sorry to be a bad host once again, however I had a wonderful visit from one of my favorite Rochestarians this week. Rachael has lived down the street from me since we were 5 and we spent our entire childhood sitting on the corner talking about boys and bullying the weaker neighbors.

Even though we don't sit on the corner anymore we still have a lot in common, mainly the fact that we both got out of a town that is known for never letting anyone escape. We drank a lot and talked a lot this week and we cheered to our great escape and our fabulous families.

We wondered why, even though one lives in Manhattan and one lives in London we still get along swimmingly and well, we figured it out, we share the exact same philosophy...

sometimes it easier to stay inside

it's easier to have hot showers and not worry about money

it's easier to have perfect hair

it's easier to be a little bit dumber than the boys

it's easier to like the color pink and those little cardigan sets

it's easier to mold

it's easier to be safe

and it's easier when things are handed to you.

you'll never have to worry about money if you don't leave you're parents

you'll never have to worry about a job if your only goal is marriage

and you'll always have plenty of boys if you put out and shut up.

And well, that's all very well and good for normal people, and I'm sure it works just fine for most. But the thing is, while so many people I know are settling into the grind, living at home and getting wifed up, I got drunk for a week straight with one of my childhood friends in London....game, set, match.