I was telling May about how yesterday I was sprawled on my bedroom floor chatting with two male friends about our dream weddings and sharing a communal plate of late-night grubs. Just like a sleepover with my lady friends.
"Guys have dream weddings?" she asked.
"Yeahman!" I responded. "Except for them, it's more like "wooo, I wanna have the wildest craziest party of the century! With a donkey! Eating hash!" Pause. "See what I mean? Different."
"A donkey? Eating hash? So it's not at all like talking with your lady friends."
"No...I guess not."
And so much more that cannot be published on this public blog (Yeah, even I've got limits). God I miss that girl.
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