The Night I Reenacted the Scene from Big (No, not that scene, the one without the piano)

All right, bitchez, listen up. Now, I'm not all for the pretentious stuff. I take the subway every day and drink Bud Light. BUT: sometimes a girl wants to party in styyyyyyyle.

After a work party down at South Street Seaport, Scott and I went for dinner and drinks at The Paris Cafe in the Financial District. Of course, we were drunk and ended up writing all over the paper they put on the table and asked the waitress if she was really Irish (our hypothesis was that she was an "actress" from Massapequa).

We decided that the subway was for suckas and decided to splurge on a cab. While trying to hail a cab, a stretch limousine comes rolling up. He pulled over.

We laughed, and asked him how much and he said "HOW MUCH YOU GOT?"

In unison, we said $30, because that's about how much it would have cost to take a cab home anyway.

He agrees and we are riding through New York City in a stretch limo, with our heads sticking out the sun roof.

I love my life.