Are you someone looking to overshare about your life-changing bowel movements following a meal at Barb? Maybe you need to tell nearly 500 people about your first time trying poppers in the bathroom of a Slo party. Or perhaps you peaked in the first semester and you’re chasing that rush of hooking up with an SLC “fashion boy” just to be brutally ghosted the next day. If this sounds like you, please seek professional help. But also, I’ve got just the thing for you. And spoiler alert: it’s even better than therapy. I present to you: Fizz.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art is a place I went to a million times as a kid but had not visited recently until this winter break on a first date with Finch. At the time, I thought the Met was the perfect spot to meet someone because there were endless conversation starters. However, as we went through the exhibits, I struggled to keep a conversation because I found the various art pieces triggering memories of the different exes throughout the year.
The energy was thrilling, everyone was hot, and the music was electrifying. As I stepped into Henrietta Hudson with Sara, my best friend and a newly single lesbian, we were ready to meet our future wives.
I hung out with my friends. We found ourselves surrounded by fluorescent lights, mildewed carpets, and chipped wallpaper. You guessed it: a Chuck E. Cheese—the place with a million opportunities to have fun. As we played the games, trying not to trip over running kids and hearing tickets coming out of games, the smell of cardboard pizza encircled us. We received a few stares from the adults, but it did not stop us from acting like whoever we wanted to be for the day: a basketball player, a dancer, or a motorcycle rider.
