Thirteen Years


Last night I had dinner with friends I hadn't seen in ages. We all worked together thirteen years ago. A whole awkward adolescent child ago.

Funny what you can forget after thirteen years. I heard a story about attending a wedding that I don't remember - thankfully it wasn't mine. Allegedly, my ankles ended up somewhere around someone's neck on the ride home, but there's no definitive proof.

I do remember stumbling into a bar that night long after the reception, noticing that everyone turned to look at us. That's about it.

I've learned a lot since then. Like to keep pouring wine from my glass into the glass of someone sitting next to me so my ankles don't end up anywhere but above my feet.