True story…
I returned home from the club around 2 a.m. one Saturday night to discover I’d forgotten my keys and was locked out of my house. I knocked on the door hoping one of my two other roommates would let me in but they weren’t home. It was winter, ice and snow on the ground, and I was cold having walked home from the bar. I rounded to the side of the house looking for an unlocked window or door but I was shit out of luck. It was then I heard music coming from the open door of a brownstone three houses down. I looked to see people around my age coming and going from it with beer bottles in their hands. It was the house of The Girls, five or six females in their 20’s sharing a brownstone. I’ve seen them walk or bike by individually or stagger past my house in a girly pod after a late night of clubbing. Maybe one of them would take mercy on me.