The Morning Bun: Quick blurbs with a fresh take on our Yuppie lives that we would probably share over mimosas…if it were not a weekday.
Weekends in the real world are the recess of our childhood years. Ding the bell rings, in this case happy hour, and the play starts (often with at least three tequila shots, four drunk texts, and five Ubers), ending in another bell, in this case, the end of Westworld on HBO.
As we know in this post-college era, the free time is minimal. The consistent debate is whether it’s better to be “kind of” friends with everyone or to get super invested in one crew. The third, difficult-to-pull-off option is where you rotate your squad every other weekend. Or the 4th option, you meet up with five different crews in a single night. That was my Saturday, folks, and I feel pretty damn good about it.
Not only did I hold my liquor surprisingly well, but I ventured to five separate locations, hitting up two pregames, two bars, and one BBQ grill-off. Now, why am I telling you all of this? To prove that the folks who appear in my social media pictures aren’t Mannequins? Nope, it’s to say that it is still possible to have multiple friend groups…you just need to be proactive. It becomes awfully easy to fall into our routines, only chill with the OG Homies, and rarely push the tempo friend-group wise. By breaking beyond bubbles (the same stupid bubbles that existed in college greek life), we can meet even more interesting, inspiring people. I don’t care if you’re an introvert, faux extrovert, or claim you’re behind in Netflix, there are always more people to meet (and I don’t just mean on Bumble).
Harrison Forman 