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One of my favorite topics of conversation is debating what your last meal would be. I love the thrill of guessing if they’re a McNuggets and Flurry kind of person or a Filet Mignon cooked medium-rare with a side of truffle mashed potatoes kind of person.

After yet another weekend of standing in line at your designated drinking den and bidding farewell to your dignity, you ask yourself — where exactly do the city’s most elite tier of partiers go once night falls? And are mere mortals welcome?

Ah, the dreaded first date. A million and one thoughts are swarming through your head. Maybe he’s cuter in person. His sister looks normal. It’s sweet that he visits his grandma every Sunday.

Dear Maid Of Honor, I’m sure you’re freaking out that Alix’s Bachelorette is in a few months. She’s obviously the best, but we both know she’s a little bit… high-maintenance.

Whether you’re a ~chill girl who likes sports~ or just down to drink $19 vodka sodas on a random weeknight, March Madness is a fun excuse to gather around in a sweaty sports bar and listen to sweaty guys brag about how “sick” their brackets are.

There’s literally nothing worse than grazing into Jac's on a Friday night and seeing four girls wearing your exact outfit. How unoriginal. But can you blame them? It’s not like your dark, straight-leg jeans and synched blazer are that groundbreaking.

New York City’s “it girl” culture is all the rage right now, and aspiring cool girls are struggling to keep their finger on the pulse.

In Miami, going out to eat is an Olympic sport. With a new restaurant popping up faster than that rented yellow Lambo is revving down Brickell Ave., your appetite for dinner and socialization is guaranteed to be met full-force.

Physical activity of any kind that extends beyond the gym or a workout class is as rare as seeing wildlife beyond rats and pigeons in NYC. Racquet ports are elite (no, I’m not biased) but this isn't Miami.