“Whatever — that’s just me.”
& we’re all together
Drinking red & bubbles
(not me with the latter)
& Linds is reminding Jen that August 1st is problematic, but July 1st is the real trouble.
What about July 5th?
“That’s the night I met Larry!” I interject. “Or was it?”
I look to Lauren to confirm.
“Janelle Monae night?”
“Janelle Monae night.”
“Janelle Monae night!”
July 5th, that’s a good one.
But it’s only 4 days after July 1st!
They all lose me with the Leo men versus the Taurus & his terrors versus the potential of a watery sign
& I marvel at them all like usual.
We talk about The Day of Vibrancy and The Frequent Flier
& the reasons why Lauren can absolutely get a “No Drama Club” sweatshirt, if that’s
There’s always so much to say,
Maybe, especially, on a Wednesday right before Christmas
& sometimes we manage to offend each other multiple times over the course of one evening but we also manage,
to see each other.
We eat Thai & coffee cake & run out of wine
& Tina really was dead on that
“I hang on every word you say
Tear us apart, baby,
I would rather be dead.”