Yamma, yamma, yamma!
Sunday I met up with Rachel, one of our Chi-town DABIT contributors who was in the city for Easter weekend. Indistinguishable from their NY counterparts, except for their higher tolerance towards the cold, Rachel was obviously down to grab cupcakes mid-afternoon. We navigated our way through SoHo, destination Sweet Revenge. Sweet Revenge is the new “It” cupcake place having just won Time Out’s best new cupcake title. We at DABA headquarters love it for a number of reasons, they serve wine and beer, perfect for drinking off recession blues, their Happy Hour special of a cupcake + a glass of wine for $10 keeps us and our dates equally happy, and their cupcakes are way more fabulous than their too sugary Magnolia counterpart. Best of all, it’s tourist-free.*
Once we got settled, I found out that her and her fellow college DABITs have found their college bars empty, drinks suddenly NOT flowing for free, and their future FBFs nowhere in sight. She told me the tale of one of her besties, who is currently seeing–and by seeing she means a couple dates, an invite to his fraternity formal, and many rendezvous at the bars that end in sleepovers–an IFBF, an Intern Finance guy Boyfriend. You know, the hot young college guy who delivers the mail, answers the phone, and does just about anything our FBFs ask in hopes to some day be just like them.
However, lately the said IFBF has been working overtime, canceling major ragers at his house, missing bar specials on Wednesday nights (apparently Wednesday is the new Thursday), and dipping out of his fraternity’s mixers. Why? Because he is afraid that when he graduates, the state of our economy will prevent him from finding a job. His brilliant solution is to put more hours in at his internship, make a good name for himself, and be able to hopefully swoop right in when he graduates and land one of the coveted non-existent jobs.
“DABA girls” she pleaded, “I beg of you to ask your FBFs (even though I know they’ve added this site to their favorites) to give their interns a break. Let them know they’re only in college once; they’re too young to worry about the economy and finances, especially when M&D are still footing the bills; they should be spending their time planning themed parties and Striving for Five (getting black out five days a week, a basic requirement of college life). Have them let their interns know that they have faith in the economy (even if they don’t) and that all their hard work will definitely pay off when they graduate (even if it won’t).”
“Don’t do it just for us” she said, practically crying into her cream cheese frosting, “but for all the other DABITs who are having girls’ nights EVERY night due to the lack of male representation, who are taking themselves out all lonesome to art openings and charity events, who wear their brand new Alice+Olivia dresses around the house for each other and not out on the town where they should be seen.”
Despite my combo sugar and caffeine buzz, I heard DABIT Rachel’s plight.
To all our beloved FBFs who read our blog, we’re confident that, if you encourage your intern to venture out of his cubicle, he’ll go back to being the attentive IFBF he once was. And by this, we mean he will 1) evade our baby DABITs’ calls (teaching them the valuable lesson of playing hard to get) 2) slum with Bottle Poppin’ GITS until 3) he realizes that DABITs are SO much more attractive and classy. Not to mention the fact that letting IFBFs have some fun every once in awhile will increase their ability to work efficiently… if only so they can hurry out to their frat parties.
Thanks a bunch!
XO
The DABA Girls
*Note: Don’t even think about spreading this info through the blog-o-sphere. We promise you that any tour company that leads out of towners to our new spot will feel the wrath of DABA.
