well. i made it out alive, in case you were wondering how last weekend went.
before Mr. REA arrived in Hometown, I coached BFF in what not to say.
The List included:
- any time i've thrown up from drinking
- any time i've talked in tongues, as a result of drinking
- any time i've fallen asleep at a bar, or in a car, as a result of drinking
- any time i've wet the bed
- any time i've wet the floor
- any of the events from Other Brother's wedding
- any of the times i've talked about toilets
- any of the times i've lost personal items, as a result of drinking
- any weird obsessions i may or may not have
- any thing i've ever considered a secret, no matter how old it is.
BFFs response:
then what the heck am I supposed to say to him?
who does he think you are?
so thanks for going with the flow, BFF.
and by flow, i of course mean lie.
i knew i could count on you.
and that night, before going to sleep, Mr. REA rolled over and said,
tomorrow, don't introduce me as your friend. tell them I'm your boyfriend.
and there you have it, ladies and gentlemen.
