A few weeks ago when I was on the SDSU campus, two college girls asked me if I was interested in joining their sorority. "It's rush week," they chirped. They were cute and curvy with well-placed highlights.
"No, sorry," I said without explaining. I think I might have even waved bubye. As in shoo. Quickly. Before you realize upon closer inspection of my face that my ten year college reunion is coming up.
But secretly, I couldn't help feeling pleased. Even giddy. I began having visions of redoing my college experience--like Old School with a lot less balls and hair. I wouldn't have to study; I could just drink, make new friends, shop at Forever 21, practice the art of prettiness. I could wear heart and star printed pjs and sip white zin while watching Gossip Girl. Hmmm....
Nah. I prefer drinking some mediocre red while watching Bravo! in my sweats. Some of you might ask, "Is there really any difference?" But tut tut, sweet darlings. The difference is night and day.
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