On Tuesday nights
When all my friends are back home from different cities
Because the pandemic has a weird way of bringingring everyone together - at a distance
They go out to drink
They become wooooo girls
Tequila and beer
And one is sober who tries driving
I didn't even know she had a license
She is driving to her boyfriend's house
And others in the car are his friends too
I am not
I am his friend
But not in that car
I am at home on this Tuesday night
Sipping on my peppermint tea as the clock strikes midnight
And one of my drunk friend calls me
To tell me she loves me
And make some seizure jokes
We are 23
They are doing it right
And I am tempted to say that I am at home because I am recovering
But it's really just because
I am not the kind of person who goes out drinking with my friends
Why?
I'd like to
But the ones who drink and have fun this way
Live where I don't
And the ones who live here are like me
Tea and coffee and bookish people
Of course we can be both
I'd like to be
But this is one thing I can't do alone
No matter the self love
Being a woo girl with your friends - high school or college
Hits different than with strangers













