OMG! I'm in New York!!!

"Holy crap Janet. You'll never believe what I'm doing this summer."

"Becky are you f'ing around with me again? Last summer you said you were babysitting Helen Hunt's kids and that was a lie, so why should I buy into whatever you say you're doing this summer?"

"Janet! I'm going to New York!! Daddy got me an internship with some company and I leave tomorrow."

"No way..."

"Way."

"Well have fun. Go see Wicked. It's AWESOME!!!!! See you in August when we move into the Chi O House! Seniors!!!"

"Can't wait. LYLAS!!"

I'm not kidding. As I was studying one day for finals I glanced over at the computer screen next to mine and saw that conversation verbatim on some girl's g-chat account.

OK. So maybe I didn't see it at all; maybe I didn't even study in the library, but you know the story that would follow when our heroines Becky and Janet are reunited in the confines of the sorority house in the fall, the story of Becky's wonderful Big Apple adventure. It might look something like this:

Becky and Dad get to the airport after a long, tearful goodbye with the mother/wife. Becky in her baggiest frat tee and her $200 designer jeans, Dad in his Armani suit. Becky armed with the newest US Weekly and People, Dad with the WSJ (Wall Street Journal). As they board the private plane that belongs to the father's company they begin to discuss exactly what Becks will be doing. Her father informs her she will be an intern for a financial group in Manhattan and her only real duties will be to toast bagels and pour coffee. Later in the summer she might get to brew the coffee, but that's still up in the air. It really will depend on her performance. Of course Becky won't be getting paid for this very important work, but she doesn't need to worry according to her father. He and her mother will be taking care of things for her. They just want her to have a cultural experience in the world's culture Mecca, you know a real summer living on her own, finding herself, learning responsibility.

Upon their arrival to her summer digs, Becky is shocked to find out she will be living in a dorm room at NYU... with a roommate. WTF?!?! But her dad promised her that she could move out and into a new room if she and roomie couldn't get along. So all is poised to go well for the summer. Her room is super cute. She thinks she'll get along with the roommate, Amy. And now there is no need for Dad anymore, so he heads home.

As Becky finds her way along the subways of NYC, she discovers that she just LOVES people watching. So much so that she misses her stop four out of five times the first week. But with her million dollar smile and her great big... "eyes," none of the executives really seem to mind that she's been habitually late those first few days. Oh and they know they aren't paying her and her duties and wonderfully worthless. So as far as Becky knows she's on pace to be intern of the year and just smiles as she pours half in half in the bland, black coffee she prepares day in and day out. I mean some of the financial advisers are really hot so she can at least look past the monotony of the daily grind by enjoying the eye candy. Maybe one of them might take a liking to her and she'll be set for life, just like her mom.

As the summer presses on, Becky becomes absolute besties with Amy. They do everything together. Amy's parents and Becky's knew each other from Vanderbilt and wanted their daughters to finally meet since they ended up not rooming with one another at school, and just as they expected their baby girls hit it off spectacularly. Certainly they'll be maids of honor in each others weddings. If you spend a summer with someone, you just tend to form a bond that can never be broken. They even started one of those weird girl/girl facebook relationships. LOL.

One night Becks and Ames, as they lovingly call one another, happened to run into those two guys that are on the Hills every now and then and ended up going back to their hotel for a few drinks. Well, from there, only Becks and Ames know what happened, but I bet it was saucy. Those boys are just so dreamy, so you can imagine how great it might've been to have a little summer loving with them. They'll never watch the Hills the same way again...

But enough of the romance. Let's talk about BROADWAY! How amazing. One show a week on the parents' tab was just too much for ole Becky and Amy to handle. Wicked, Phantom, Grease, RENT! A girl's dream come true. And those five-star meals beforehand where the pinot grigio flowed like water just made Broadway Night that much more of the weekly highlight.

So, seriously. I know you've had enough of Becky at this point. I have too. I can't write anymore about her adventure despite how much fun I'm having living vicariously through her.

Isn't it crazy that thousands of girls live this life every summer? They go to New York, Chicago, LA, Boston or even London or Paris on their parents' nickel and spend three months working for a company doing something that will probably in no way benefit them and they call it finding themselves or learning to be independent. They eat like king's, shop like queens and act like court jesters (That line was terrible. Apologies.). Drunken nights abound at ritzy bars and clubs. Broadway shows are seen en masse. It's silly. I mean you can't even go see Carson Daly anymore on TRL so what's the point?

But in reality, I'm jealous. I wish I could spend three months in a big city having the time of my life, but I decided learning responsibility by earning money and hitting the grind elsewhere was a more logical choice. A summer vacation with an unlimited allowance doesn't seem like the best way to figure your self out.

So here's to you New York intern princesses. Enjoy your summer there. Read Twilight for the third time. Drink a lot of expensive wine and eat a lot of fancy salads. I wish I could be there with you, but instead I sit unemployed and bitch and moan about something else, at my desk, again...