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Responsible fun without any extra responsibilities. That's the goal for you, Party Girl. You are only having a good time but the "Powers That Be" are rattling your cage about it and it's causing you to look over your shoulder. You're breaking the code about being prudent, prim and proper and now they have a bullseye on that little tattoo on the small of your back. Your options are to stay in the house and watch The View or text your team to find out which bar is the closest to whosoever house you're gonna crash at after a night of Jell-O shots. The choice is a difficult one to make and everything is on the line. My advice is to let me flip the coin for you. It landed Heads (no peaking), and I say party on, Party Girl! We dudes are waiting for you.

Sometimes it does get rough, though. Every night isn't always Ladies Get in Free or Best Legs in the City Night. One of the many Party Girls I knew wanted to hang it all up way too early. The rigors of the game had worn on her and she was ready to retire the little purse with the matching spaghetti strap dress. The one she wore when it was 20 degrees outside. Her parents and other outside forces had her down on who she was. They were trying to rain on her Thursday through Sunday lifestyle and break her VIP spirit. They made her question her moral compass. The one they had pointed to the "proper" and "correct" north they knew - somewhere near motherhood, marriage and the thirty-year boring job.
The real crime I gathered from all this is that they were making her feel guilty for not having any unwanted responsibility. They wanted her to get in line, rip a ticket and wait for parenthood to call her number. Don't get me wrong. Being a parent is a fine thing. I've seen these parent people chasing smaller versions of themselves and handing out paper-thin promises of Timeouts, Happy Meals or a really good beating. It's a part of being an adult. But if you are not weighed down with these extra burdens, I say rejoice! Start a tab on the debit card and settle in for the night. I had to stress to her the beauty of the selfish existence that comes with being single. Embrace it and cherish it, was my advice to her. She was back to sipping Appletinis and singing karaoke in no time.
Another factor that is getting sorely overlooked is the ridiculous-looking shoe market. Whose feet will put these half -baked, faux-fashion eyesores through their paces if these lovely ladies of the Post Happy Hour Circuit won't? Whose gonna wear

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