1 1 : 3 0 P M GOOD TIMES, BAD TIMES We walked around Times Square in an awkward silence. "Phoebs, what's wrong? I was having a really good time in there, why didn't you just come in?" "Well I'm sorry, I guess my idea of a good time differs from yours." "What do you mean?" At this point I couldn't hold it in anymore. "I thought we were going to hang out tonight and all you want to do is impress your clients. What happened to the Rachel that didn't care about accounts and trendy bars? What happened to the Rachel I was friends with in high school?" She thought about this for a few minutes and then exploded. "It's not what's happened to me, it's what hasn't happened to you. While you were off in your carefree world of floating from job to job, some of us were building careers. I understand that the world does not revolve around me." I swallowed hard and looked down at the pavement. "Phoebe, you have to understand, it's not going to be like it was in high school. I don't enjoy going to clubs where the beer soaks through my shoes. I gave up that lifestyle a long time ago. I've moved on and it's time for you to do the same."