As a brief introduction, there was a point in time when I thought I would be in medical school and studying to become a ob/gyn or a psychiatrist.. Actually this was the plan for most of my life until I entered college and worked for doctors and realized that I was too lazy to work that many hours. So the way I got my medical fix, as unrealistic as it was, was from watching medical dramas, the most infamous being Grey’s Anatomy.
Freshman year in college, the immediate way of bonding with people was based not only on location, but whose dorm room you were going to pile into on any given night to watch a specified tv show. Grey’s Anatomy was my in, as it had the medical drama and unrealistic aspects including that every doctor is highly attractive, finds residents and interns attractive, and has no moral code. So every Thursday we sat a large group of girls watching Greys Anatomy through freshman, sophomore, and junior year of college. (I skip senior year because I skipped it and went right to grad school).
Then came Freshman year of grad school and with new roommates came an increase in the tradition; Grey’s Anatomy, grew from just a Thursday night show to prepare for the weekend to a full out bonanza. Not only did we watch the show, there was now an increase in bodies, pizza, and beverages. This worked out perfectly as not only were we able to oogle over men, ridicule dramatic acting, and awful writing, but we also did our part in stimulating the economy via consumption of crazy breads, hot n readys, burnett’s and/or whatever shannigans would occur. This was my Thursday night for years, watching grey’s, consuming crappy food, and drinks. So why would any of this change upon relocation???
My first Thursday in the big city came and I was there on my own. The man was gone on a man date, which I was in complete favor of because it meant I was free to watch my shows without his judgment and I could continue one aspect of my former life. So I sat down on the couch with my pizza (no hot-n-readys here), a glass of wine, and Grey’s Anatomy…it was the perfect Thursday Night or so I thought....
About halfway through the episode, something tragic happened, so naturally I got all teared up, which normally would not have been an issue because I would have been surrounded by girls who make me laugh about how ridiculous it was. This time though, there were no girls, and so I was left...all by myself...with wine and a few tears which lead to...a cry. Until I did the next best thing; texting and frantically calling girls….some refused to answer on the precipice that you don't talk during greys except for the commercial but eventually I got a few to break the rules. They were faithful and true and made fun of me and assured me that they were still my friends and would visit soon…I came to an amazing realization as I sat phone in hand, crying on the couch on a Thursday night…you can't have a girls' night without any girls in the immediate geographic area...
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