So Mireya* actually called me back and like a fool, I said, no, I can’t go out tonight. Stupid.
Instead, I went out with J and Company, got ridiculously drunk, and found myself embedded in high drama, which is never good when you’re ridiculously drunk.
I still have to call J back in order to debrief myself about what the hell happened that night. (Which was nothing exciting, at least for me, although there were people at the party who were getting some action.) Mostly it was about dragging skeletons out of the closet for all the world to see. Drama.
*names changed to preserve anonymity
Originally posted on Starlight and Gravity
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