Taco Purse or Chx-Nug Purse: You Decide

"I need you to call me back right away. Like, seriously, right away."

It’s days like this, when I wake up to a frantic phone call from a friend explaining his coordinates (or lack of knowledge in said coordinates) in the city and his run-in with a Russian cleaner, that I really cherish my friends. Sure, we are sometimes overly ridiculous and refer to ourselves affectionately as the Hot Mess Express, but it goes much deeper than that. We are a creative, successful, savvy group of pals who would drop anything to come to each other’s aid. We can talk about nothing; we can talk about everything. But you better believe, there will always be a story to tell. (Even if it does entail a clove of garlic and a NYC condom.)

People we know are settled down, married, having kids, but does that stop us? Not a chance. “We are strong, independent women, we don’t need your help!” I’d take an outlandish weekend with my pals over any of that other stuff right now, any day. We’re young, and as you know, you only get to live this life once. I say go for the adventure. Do it while you can. Light it up and kick the shit out of it! No one says it better then my man DLR, "Some people take their candle and they burn it at both ends, you've heard that. Other people take their candle and they burn it in the middle. And I, I take a flame thrower to my candle. It's like 7 times the light in half the time, you know?"

For now, we will continue to be first class passengers on the HME, saving all of that other “grown-up stuff” for later. Professional jobs are work enough! So, while others are pondering whether to buy Pampers or Huggies or what to shove in the crock-pot for a quick dinner, there is an even bigger question lurking in the shadows…..

Would you rather wake up with tacos or chicken nuggets in your purse?

I thought so.