What is it about girls night that makes me revert back to the behavior of a teenager? Seriously, last night was a blast. Eating entirely too much, laughing at inappropriate things, bitching about men, sneaking back into the house like I’d been drinking with an older man, and then the ritual of throwing my clothes on the floor and watching reality TV in mismatched pajamas. I need more of that in life, but tragically my girls night girls live in CT or Florida, and can’t come to Brooklyn every week.
So I either need new girls night girls, or to invite myself to guys night and make the guys my bitches, 
