Last night was homemade crêpes and hot pink wigs. It was chevre and champagne and impromptu photo shoots. It was brandy old-fashioneds made just right. It was my friend Matt’s birthday and I don’t know about y’all, but around these parts? We do it up.
I may, in fact, have done it a little too up.
By the night’s end, I was tipsier than I’d meant for a Tuesday– giddy and giggly and glad for the six-minute walk home. As I left the party, I checked my phone for the time and was surprised to see a text from a certain lady.
ALEX. Want to hang out?
It was as though she’d read my mind. I was drunk! It was midnight! I was just leaving the party! I responded with mature, restrained enthusiasm.