Every Girl Every Had a Legendary Weekend

Like every girl ever, my weekend was the best weekend ever. It was the first weekend in May and temperatures surpassed 80 degrees. Decked out in my effortlessly chic ensemb, I spent the day basking in the glory of amazing weather as I giggled my way through rounds and rounds of drinks and shared meals. Even if you end up eating four dinners, it doesn't really count because you were splitting them. Every girl ever knows that.

Sporting a so in right now floral sundress and royal blue gladiator sandals, I knew every girl ever was adequately impressed with my outfit just like I was with theirs. Ray Bans. Check. Hot & Spicy OPI nail polish. Check. Jalepeno margarita. Check.

Like every girl ever, the combination of sunshine and cocktails made me way friendlier than normal. Under different circumstances I might not have been psyched to be surrounded by beautiful strangers, but not this weekend. Like every girl ever, I made a million new best friends.

Speaking of best friends and part of why my weekend was legendary, I went out with The BFF to 'da club. Like every girl ever, sometimes you just need a night on the town, a place to dance and an opportunity to show off in your lucky dress. You know, the one that every time you wear it you know you look good? Some people go to therapy for self-confidence boosting affirmation. I go to Meatpacking. In a black ruffly racerback number and four inch heels.

Like every girl ever, I know that club life is not real life. Bottle service is nice, but being a nightlife prostie is not. Watching the scene - especially the peroxide trainwrecks surrounding New York Jets football players sharing our table - I reminded myself that Tiger Woods' skanks were just that type too. Like every girl ever, thanks but no thanks.

After being escorted to the hottest club de jour by our promoting bestie Jimmy, The BFF and I decided that exclusively cramped scenes (boasting not-to-be-found Gossip Girl starlets) were less appealing at two a.m. than late-night pizza.

Like every girl ever, I have my priorities.

The following morning, the two of us awoke motivated to make the most of the weekend sun. Like every girl ever, we headed to the jogging path along the West Side highway to get some rays and burn some cals. Obviously if you do the math, that work out totally made up for the following eight solid hours of eating and drinking. Every girl ever knows that.

Now, like every girl ever, I'm sad that it's back to the real world tomorrow. At least I got a little (lobster-esque) color and a credit card bill that will remind me of all the fun memories.

And to think, the summer is just beginning. Like every girl ever, I know it will be legen - wait for it - dary. Oh wait, every girl ever won't get that Barney Stinson reference because no one watches How I Met Your Mother but me.

Sweet dreams of next weekend's activities.

xoxo
Every girl ever