The Virtues of Partying

No Rest for the Wicked

The winter gets me extra snuggly.

Anyone who’s ever known me up close and personal knows I run very cold at all times. I am the definition of “cold hands, warm heart“. I’m always begging to be absolutely smothered by a boy who generates heat like a roaring fireplace. This is me at my most Peak Girlfriend Experience.

But let it be known that “cozy“ for me does not translate to “homebody“. I am still out here and on the move. I read The Atlantic article titled “Americans need to Party More“ and I wholeheartedly agree. I understand that everyone has different social batteries and should prioritize their wellbeing, but I am not compatible with friends who glamourize canceling plans last minute to stay in. I value making a point to get out of my comfort zone and want to spend my life with others who agressivley want to do and experience.

You do you, but anything less is just not good enough for me anymore. We’re going to die one day. Lets party.