you know what bromance is?
bromance is when you're down, so down, down and out and tear-stained and brendan picks you up in the bitch basket aka the bitch whip aka the bro whip and says fuck that fucker i will beat him up, do you want me to beat him up? where does he live?! and blasts foo fighters and takes you out for pre fixe in little italy and makes you die laughing by telling you about his concepts for brom-coms...(bromantic comedies, duh!)..and then braves scary desolate bushwick to take you to a house party that is basically what movie makers from the midwest think "downtown new york" parties are like...giant loft space, weird sculpture, girls with bangs, boys with glasses, a dj playing 90s dance music and cloven hoof beer cozies.
then, if you're lucky, you have a lovely sultry runaway navajo ladyfriend who will hit the dance floor with you and request shit like africa by toto and big pimpin and lock the 2 of you in the bathroom for half an hour so you can talk about everyone you both hate and all your boy problems but you guys still laugh about it and just roll your eyes at everyone and make the day turn out ok after all.
sorry if this post is an episode of my so-called life but sometimes life imitates claire danes.
you know what? just shut up and shake what your mama gave ya; it's all gonna be ok.