old, but never outdated.

Arden. The story is old, but like the title of my post - never outdated.

Until recently, I was very against blogs. This is because I anticipate my future. And foreseeing myself as this great writer (this will make more sense in a second), I was afraid that my blog-writing past would haunt my prospects of being taken as a serious journalist. Well poo-poo. If ever there's a time to start, it's when your closest friends make a food blog and you suddenly see that blogging, while not only providing delcious options for those with well-developed palates, also provides a delightful outlet for the wordly suppressed. (see noshandtell.blogspot.com)

So the concept for my blog? Freshman Spring at NYU. Following a crowd of mid 20's, my friend and I snuck into a "legit bar" in New York. Legit is freshman speak for they card. Anyway, we're tall and sometimes bouncers wrongly equate height with age, and since the dice rolled in our favor, we decided to keep playing. So we sneak in, we drink quite a bit, and before you know it, I'm saying my name is Arden and I work for the New Yorker. While Arden is my pen name, and one day I'd love to write for the New Yorker, the potential in my introduction was more false advertising than honest description. Fast forward, I see guy. I tell guy said wrong information. Guy is interested. Guy texts the next day. I shamefully grow a pair and tell the truth. Much to my surprise, guy texts back. Much to my disappointment, never again.

To this day, Arden still comes out for a night on the town. But just as a drinking story, and never in substitution of me. But I'm curious, how many Arden's have you met? This blog is dedicated to the people I meet and the stories they tell.

Thanks for stopping in.

Ps. My middle name is Arden.