The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

First of all, I would like to say that I love my sister Jane.

Breaking news, I know.

But ever since she and Bing have been spending more time together,

I’m getting this... vibe... off of her.

Not a bad vibe, but rather an “I’m so happy to be with someone,

and I wish you were too” vibe.

She’s not as bad as Mom, don’t get me wrong.

But sometimes it gets... wearing.

And maybe part of the reason I went out with Lydia the other night--

small part. Minuscule. --was not unrelated to that.

But Carter’s during swim week? Let’s just say my expectations weren’t high.

My name is Lizzie Bennet, and last night was... surprising.

So yeah, I went to Carter’s with my sister Lydia.

And no, I was not wearing that top.

And it’s Swim Week, so the swim team’s in town.

Which team? All of them.

So, the bar was full of swimmers, all with very nice... drinking habits.

- Lizzie, why is Lydia passed out on the couch? - She’s not--

She’s not passed out. I take my sisterly duties very seriously.

- She seems pretty passed out. - Sugar crash.

I made her switch to energy drinks. She was bouncing off the walls. Not pretty.

- You took her to Carter’s? - Not took, more like chaperoned. You know how Lydia is.

That's so sweet of you. Did you guys have a good time?

Uhh... Clearly you’ve never been to a bar during swim week.

It was saintly of me. And... uhh... fun is not exactly the word I would choose.

I thought you liked swimmers.

Allow me to demonstrate a typical interaction of the evening.

How old are you?

- Lizzie, that’s not proper. - I don’t care. You want a drink?

- Um... sure? - Cool. Get me one, too.

Oh, okay! What do you want?

Aww my bad, babe. Let me get that for you.

Lizzie, can you please stop?

Is coming across like an ass an elective offered in our schools

because if so, they are acing it. - Maybe they were just trying to make conversation.

You know how hard it is to meet people.

Jane.

- Too nice? - Way too nice.