ninanevermore

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about Virginia, a girl I met at a party on this day in 2002. I only met her one time, but I've found her hard to forget. For one thing, I love rubbing it in my husband's face that the last time a beautiful 22-year-old woman hit on one of us, it was me, not him.

( A kiss missed, and a tragedy remembered )

Today on my drive into work, I was still thinking about the purse and the mirror that were on my mind on Friday. Jeff came to the same conclusion as everyone else: they both must be destroyed.

We were driving back from my father's house and I was telling him the story. I hadn't told him before because he looks down his nose at cocaine use (no pun intended), and I was protecting Patty and Bryan from his scorn. When I got to the part about the guy licking my mirror and handing it back to me, Jeff started to laugh.

"Who does that sort of thing?" I moaned.

( Ch-cha-cha-changes )

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about an email in my inbox that I can't make up my mind whether to answer or not. It is from Patty's boyfriend, Bryan.

I wouldn't mind keeping in touch with Bryan. I don't miss Patty, but I do miss him. When Patty called me her sister, everyone knew that she just meant I was a good friend. When Bryan said it, they believed him because we look very much alike, at least as much as I can look like a 250 pound tattooed biker wannabe. I would email him if I trusted Patty not to read his messages, but Bryan and Patty both have trust issues and they read each other's email, letters and diaries looking for proof that the other one is up to no good. Because so much of their relationship is based on a mutual love of conflict, they are rarely disappointed.

( Psycho baggage, bullets and bricks )