Sona's Blog

Life has become very busy. This space is for me to share my experiences, ramblings and quirkiness with anyone who cares to read them. I'd love to hear your thoughts, especially if you're someone I used to talk to a lot but have lost touch with. Enjoy!

Sunday, March 02, 2008

The Drunkternet - What do you do?


- I'm not really a drunk dialer anymore. I'm much more of a drunk do-shit-on-the-interneter. I drunk facebook a lot, drunk check email. But I've noticed what I do most while drunk is buy music on iTunes at like 4 am. It's like I'm too cheap to part with the 99 cents when I'm sober, but when I'm shitfaced...watch out, because those inhibitions go right out the window. I wonder what other internet stuff people do when they're drunk. Apparently a friend of mine (who shall remain nameless), gets drunk and sends fake evites. See image.
Do you do anything drunk on the internet, barring any obvious porn jokes?


- Is it terrible that I REALLY like that Miley Cyrus song? See You Again, or whatever it's called? It's in my head all the time, even when I wake up. Right now, too. I bet I buy it on iTunes the next time I'm drunk.


- What's the upper age limit for shopping at Forever 21? I know the store uses its name as aspirational marketing, sort of how Seventeen Magazine is actually meant for 14-year-olds (all the cool 17-year-olds should have already moved on to reading Cosmo); but when are you too old to shop there? I think maybe what I take issue with is this:
If 21 is the aspirational age, that means there are 16-year-olds shopping there. I shopped there when I was 16, I think. Shouldn't I be dressing a little differently from when I was 16?
It's also just too damn loud in there. I got a call while I was there the other day, and had to run outside to answer it (mostly because I was embarrassed to admit I was at Forever 21). Uddsh uddsh uddsh.
How sad is it that 21 is the last aspirational age for girls? I'm going to start a magazine called Thirty for hip 25-year-olds. I'm pretty sure it won't be a hit. :)



- My friend just told me that he met a girl at a leap year party last week, who knew someone who took some sort of labor-inducing drug, causing her to give birth one day early to avoid having a baby on the 29th. That just seems silly. It can't be THAT much of a burden on one's life to be born on February 29th. The only time it might be a little weird is on the kid's 21st birthday. Would bars let him in on the 28th, or does he have to wait until the 1st? I can just picture some kid planning a big 21st birthday party on February 28th, and then not being let in to the bar. "Well guys, looks like it'll be Natural Light again tonight."


- Last night, I was having a drink with some girlfriends before dinner at a restaurant bar, and this group of very nice boys kept coming up and hitting on us. I thought they couldn't have been older than 16, but we later found out they were freshman at Northwestern. My favorite part of the exchange was pick-up line #1:
Binku #1: Hey, sorry to bother you guys, but my friend and I were wondering which shirt you like better. Mine or his?
Binku #2: You should notice that my shirt is actually Polo, and his is just American Eagle.
Me, to Binku #2: Why do you feel the need to be such a slave to brand identity?
Binku #1: Yeah! Brand identity!
Aarti: Laughing hysterically
I felt very uncomfortably old. And also like a hypocrite, because I'm actually a fan of brand loyalty. Crest, Coke, Apple, Tide, Sony TVs...these brands define me! Without them, I'm just toothpaste, soda, and laundry detergent.


PS: Can you tell I wrote this on a day I'm hungover? :)

1 Comments:

At 10:37 AM, Anonymous rogge said...

Who am I wearing? Prada, Polo, Mont Blanc, Allen Edmonds.

 

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