My best friend Bree & I are on a quest. A quest to not be the OLDEST 27 yr olds in the world. We have somehow developed a habit of sitting in our respective homes, with our respective dogs, and our respective bottles of wine, talking to each other on the phone about how excited we are to watch TV. LAME.

When did this happen?

When did we quit having fun? Going out? Hooking up with random guys (well, Bree did...I think I did once, but it was so long ago I don't recall) --

There once was a day we could party all night and NOT be hungover for a week. We were conditioned. We were hot.

Now, we are just tired -- trying to make a living, talking about the bags under our eyes, wearing our PINK jammie pants for as long as possible, avoiding sunlight & human contact. A big night out these days means going to buy the new mascara mentioned on Oprah. And for what? Work ourselves to death, just to feel guilty about blowing what little money is made on a shopping spree at Walgreens? Is THAT the zenith of 27?? Surely not. It can't be. Don't get me wrong, I love a Walgreens -- but that can't be the highlight of life...not yet anyway.

We are in our late 20s, damnit. We still have time to do really irresponsible things, right? Right. Sex, drugs, rock n roll....or just a chai tea latte at Halcyon would be a start. ready? break.