SassyGirl in The City

The last two weeks, I’ve been living the life of a true city girl – going for mid-day brunches, overpriced coffee, expensive dinners, and specialty desserts on a whim. How am I paying for this? By a magic little piece of plastic whose account balance I am not checking because I’m sure I’m almost maxed out and I don’t want such a depressing thought to burst my Carrie Bradshaw moment.

This past weekend, I was in The City and met up with two girlfriends (WriterAndFashionista and SlantedShanghaiSmile) for a little reunion. We met at WAF‘s boyfriend’s house (actually, mansion), and in true Candace Bushnell fashion, we started drinking early in the afternoon, opening and pouring copious amounts of Soho (lychee liqueur) mixed with peach schnapps and OJ, rum, and white wine (in that order) for each other. We’d been planning to watch Sicko, but once the booze started flowing, we were happily chatting away, never leaving the kitchen counter except to visit the washroom. At first, the three of us were simply having a good time, smoothing over our time spent apart with alcohol-assisted conversation. Soon however, we were deep in girlfriends-commiserating zone, and the drinking took a turn for the dramatic. We began knocking back shots of rum instead of sipping on our peachy, lychee and orange juice cocktails, and before I knew it, we were flushed and giggly. We started talking about the boys in our lives, or lack thereof for some of us, and inevitably they started grilling me about MFL.

“Why aren’t you two back together?” They demanded.
“Huh? Why would we be back together?” I asked, blinking blankly at them.
WAF rolled her eyes. “AW, AW‘s boyfriend, ALS, and I have been trying to get you two together since 2007!”
Still, I stared blankly.
“Remember? Bubble tea? Karaoke?” She shook her glass at me and the ice cubes clinked.
“Ohhh,” it finally registered what she was talking about. “Well I thought there might’ve been some hope there too, at the time, but now, nope,” I said decisively as I took a gulp of wine.
“What do you mean nope? You two are like meant to be together!” WAF exclaimed as she poured herself another shot of rum.
“Like Rachel and Ross,” SSS added helpfully, grinning as she swayed in her chair.
“I thought so too, but nope. There is no way. We are not getting back together. Nuh uh.” I was resolved. There is no way in a million years MFL and I will get back together, I told myself. Not only does he have a girlfriend, but I don’t want to get back together with him. No! Of course not! Why would I? I definitely wouldn’t!
“What if… he didn’t have a girlfriend? What if he dumped his girlfriend right now and came and asked you back? What would you say?” WAF persisted, as if reading my mind.
“Um…” I was suddenly thrown off track. “No, no, that would never happen. No.” I tried to regain my composure and my resolve.
“Ok, but what if? If he asked you out right now, would you say no?”
“Erm…” I squirmed in my seat, unwilling to admit that I’d probably reconsider. “I don’t know…” I darted a quick glance at SSS for help but she was staring happily at her cocktail and still swaying her in chair. “I don’t know.”
Exasperated, WAF rolled her eyes at me and gave up. I drained the rest of the wine in my glass and poured myself another.

MFL-grilling session aside, this was exactly what I needed. Despite how I’ve been filling up my time in University Town so I don’t get lonely or bored, I’ve been yearning some good company and good wine. And that’s exactly what I got this weekend.