Her bud says they have to celebrate her sober anniversary. She says Ah, we can just go to our meeting tomorrow, he does this pretend-angry thing that he does, insists they have to celebrate, gets movie tickets, takes her to one of her favorite neighborhood places. They have favorite neighborhood places. She always wondered why she and her husband could never find favorite neighborhood places when they lived there. It’s the East Village. They had places, just not ones they were excited to call their places. They found some when they moved to Brooklyn. But her bud is a solid finder of places.
Happy anniversary. That’s amazing.
Thanks. I feel like I’m actually only twenty-seven years old.
I’m sorry you almost drank over me.
Ahahahahahaha yeah no that didn’t happen.
Oh right you liked our other friend better.
Listen, if I didn’t drink over my husband, I’m probably not going to drink over any guy.
Oh yeah, that guy. For a moment I forgot he existed. Now it’s like a horrible song I can’t get out of my head.
Okay well let’s both go back to trying to forget.