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  • Wasted

    Hoooly shit! What a night! Six glasses of red wine, myriad drunk “I love you man” texts and a couple new friends later, I somehow made it home in one piece thanks to the fact I wasn’t driving! I didn’t buy any of Tonya’s drinks, though, which I guess means I’ll have to take her… Read more

  • Whiskey

    “Um, you’ve alluded to being whisked — or is it whisted? — away three times now,” he says. “Whisked.” “Well, that’s what I thought, but that sounds like what you do to eggs,” he says. “It is. Same premise,” I reply and I try to use hand gestures to awkwardly demonstrate the whole ‘whisking’ bit.… Read more

  • Good will

    The girl on the bus on the way home kept sobbing and I was listening to my iPod, to A7, to Backstreet Boys and, oh, how I love the songs by One Republic and Carolina Liar! But I could not escape her pain and so, sobbing myself on her behalf, I moved and sat by… Read more

  • Fish and Bicycles

    Remember in the mid to late 70s when all the bra burners were running around saying “A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle?” That always bugged me because, well, fish would never come in contact with, need or want a bicycle or for that matter know what one was. I… Read more

  • Off the grid

    I was excited that D got to get together with a couple of gal friends from high school with DSII and me coming along, but really I couldn’t watch the lacrosse game so well because I have no contacts until Thursday and I felt really out of place and so I started texting friends and… Read more

  • Recognizing what’s truly important . . .

    We’ve launched this lovely volunteering campaign at my place of employment and because I am a “blue” or a “caregiver” or a “burden bearer” or a strange series of letters (depending upon what personality test you’ve taken as part of your team-building activities) I of course volunteered to organize it and it’s going to be a delightful afternoon… Read more