Typing this while I change the tracks on my ipod (<3) and fold laundry on my bed. Blake pokes her head in.
“No America’s Next Top Model party tonight?” she asks.
“Nah… I was too tired from the weekend to coordinate. But I don’t think Gerard is in town and Maria never wrote me back… I even offered to charge a big bottle of Yellowtail! Can you believe she didn’t write back?”
“Did she text you about Friday?”
“Yeah. What was up with that mass text?”
“Ok, so I guess she does this girls night every year where everyone drinks Monster Ale.”
“What is Monster Ale?”
“I dunno, I think it’s some seasonal thing from Brooklyn Brewery?”
“Ohhhh. . . Um, ok, whatever that means.”
“Well, at work today, she was asking if you and I would host.”
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