lezzie for a night

My friend Lisa is coming in town for the Christmas break. She’s in an MFA writing program on the other side of the country, so we only get to see each other a couple times a year. We were discussing possible plans for Saturday night when she remembered she’s supposed to go to her high school reunion. Not having a date (since she lives out of town), she wasn’t really that excited about going. So I offered to go as her “girlfriend,” which we both thought was funny since neither of us is a lesbian. It was great in theory. Then we remembered that my ex’s little bro was in her class. That would be confusing for him. Or, maybe not. I think we may just go out drinking instead. I haven’t been to any of my h.s. reunions. I don’t have anything to prove to anyone, and the few people I’d actually like to see probably wouldn’t show. Plus, there were fewer than 100 people in my graduating class. I think they have reunions in someone’s backyard. Next to the cows. Par-tay.

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