I think it all started when I became a city girl one day. It crept up on me as the years went by. I had to relive embarrassing stories about my city life that only my non-city friends could relish and enjoy... Like the time that random boy asked me out on Third Ave, or the time I cried melodramatically at 4am in Union Square, or even the one about how I finally got my first drink bought for me by a gay man. All very humdrum and so very city standard. What makes them entertaining? Maybe it's the hilariosity of how my city life is never so predictable as my Manor life once was, or maybe it's the Sex and the City-esque moments of my life where I continue to ask the same questions of my girlfriends but never seem to find the answers, or maybe it's just the aftermath. The plain and simple moments in my life where I overdramatize my drunken weekends and pretend for a moment's pleasure that I'm interesting and that my frivalous Fridays spent overindulging are something more than just a melodramatic entry in my twenty-something life.
I guess we'll see.
