Please Let Me Remember Tomorrow That I Dropped Picked-Off Nail Polish Into a Water Glass and Not Just Re-Fill It and Start A-Drinking
Tonight my mom asked me why I’d decided to become a vegan.
Then she listened carefully to the answer. And later she seriously considered my suggestion that she eat more whole grains.
It was pretty bad-ass.
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Yesterday I went to brunch at Vertical Diner with Nicole friend. We had both been pretty shit-faced in public the night before. She’d rambled on to an acquaintance at a bar, and I’d negotiated with a high school-aged Jamba Juice employee. Milestones.
I am not yet too old to be publicly intoxicated. I have not yet reached Patsy and Eddy status. But someday, when I do reach that point, I will be okay with it.
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Anyways, the point is that Nicole and I have decided to regress to high school levels of debauchery. And I’m okay with that as well, Friends. I’m okay with staying out late and having sleepovers and making bad choices and giggling and hanging out with my friends as though they were my very life-blood.
No parents, no rules.
(Which at this age means not only that my folks aren’t around, but also that I, myself, am not a parent).
Except my mom IS around. And we drink two gin and tonics (each) on a Monday night. And shoot the shit.
Then I come home and blog.
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