I mean, pretty much everyone loves college… name any other time in your life when you’ll purchase a mountable full-length mirror, plastic crate set or bathroom caddy ever again. Not to mention developing memories (addictions) to last a lifetime. Yep. College rules. Much like the notebook paper.
But I *love* college because well into adulthood, when party-all-night-sleep-all-day is over, one can still benefit from the glories of a college town. Namely, cheap boozin’. On the way back to NYC last night we asked Garmin Bitch to pick us a nice spot in Newark, Delaware for dinner – knowing we’d be near the University of Delaware (Go Blue Hens!). It worked out oh so well. Three $2 vodka/sodas later I was grinning like a chosen sorority girl at Spring Rush. We even kicked-back to a lil dinner theater, watching the entanglements of “Anna Faris,” “5 o’clock Shadow,” “Dweeb,” “Really Drunk Girl” and “Hootie” unfold before our eyes. “Couldn’t Possibly Have On Any Underwear Girl” left the scene early. Maybe she was headed for late-night. Or maybe she was just cold.