40-Year-Old Virgin Weekends are Cool as Hell
When people say their weekends “were a movie” most times the movie that comes to your mind is something like Project X or American Pie. Just wall to wall girls, booze, and debauchery. My weekends living in New York City as an intern are also a movie, just more of the 40-Year-Old Virgin variety.
Last week I revealed that because I don’t drink (nerd. I know) my big weekend activity is scouting social media all week to figure out what dessert I'm gonna try in the city that weekend. I realized shortly after that I sounded A LOT like the 40-Year-Old Virgin when describing it. We both dedicate our weekends to a specific food and have zero chance of having sex.
I say this but in reality I’m selling my weekends short. They’re honestly much cooler than that. For example, this Saturday consisted of me spending a little bit of that intern cash I’ve been accruing throughout the summer on a new shirt, playing some CFB 25, DoorDashing dinner, getting the dessert of choice for this weekend (a delightful banana nutella cake), and then buying a front row seat to see Deadpool & Wolverine alone. See? It’s MUCH cooler when I spell it all out like that.
So fellas…I ask all of you: Why not have a 40-Year-Old Virgin weekend next weekend? Get the dessert you know you’ve wanted all week long, game a little bit, and hit up a movie solo to cap off the day. You’ve earned it!
P.S.
Here’s the banana nutella cake in all her glory. Holy shit she’s gorgeous.
P.P.S.
I did say hi to a girl when I was walking down the street though and that’s basically third base.
Listen to today’s episode of KFC Radio to hear about everyone else’s far lamer weekends…Feits was on stage in front of thousands of people and Pavs talked to a girl at the bar. Losers.