Girl Power
A great night out is just not the same without someone to share it with. While I was home for the holidays, one of my best girlfriends told me that she imagines my life is like Sex and the City. Sadly, I’m missing one of the most important ingredients- my girlfriends.
Flying around the United States to visit some of my favorite people made me realize how absent they are from my every day life. I’m lucky to know phenomenal women in Los Angeles, Houston, Vegas, Seattle, but I’m definitely lacking in Sunday brunch companions. Even the girlfriends I have made in the city are busy with jobs, auditions, medical school, and other silly preoccupations.
Some of my favorite memories of nights out are the morning after. We used to spend these in some form of sweats or pajamas until well into the afternoon, until we were starving for someplace that would still serve us a greasy breakfast. Then we could dissect the events of the night before in detail, letting us relive just the juiciest moments. Our escapades always sounded more fun that way.
The other night, after I came home from Fred’s, dying to talk through my decision with someone who would understand, I felt a little alone. Sure, I could call my girlfriends and tell them the story, and picture messages can make things a little easier, but distance is tough.
New York in particular is a tough place to get attached. I don’t just mean finding a date, but maintaining friendships. In a city of performers and entrepreneurs, it can be a transient town. Just as I fell into a pattern of coffee, getting our nails done, or girl’s night movie dates, three of my favorite girls got jobs, got married, and moved out of the city.
Granted, those friendships that I have maintained have proven their strength. I’m grateful for every one of the fantastic women in my life. I just wish more of them were in my zip code.