Then we go play beer pong with your two roommates and we'll end up back at yours in Murray Hill. Cause then I'll have to listen to your roommate have sex with Hilary, or Emily or whatever the girl's name is until we fall asleep. And then, a year later we'll still be playing beer pong in the same bar with your friends, except now you feel pressured to get married and have kids because you think that's what I want.