Having no plans, roommates (or life, apparently) on a Friday night led to a late night happy hour with the mean girls crew.
Realization: you're only truly screwed up when you're sleeping with a married man (and find that empowering) or when you're planning on leaving your dream job at a Big Four firm to move to London and be a bartender. Or call girl.
Apparently your 20s is when you're supposed to do things like this. Make mistakes, come back with stories that command/scare the hell out of an audience and wonder where your potential went.
...meaning me having my life figured out and knowing what I want is all wrong. damn.