After Prom, It's All Downhill
Lisa and I went out back after the bouquet toss. No one cared. What
surprised me was that we weren't the only ones, there were other
people no one cared about either. Lisa had taken Michelle's purse by
accident, which was pretty funny. She took one of Michelle's birth
control pills and tossed it in the dumpster, just to fuck with her. I
ate one of her Prozacs. We each took a cigarette and lit them with the
personalized matches from the table. Dale and Amy, 7/25/09.
The wood fence behind the party house was painted so hard it glowed,
like a bouncer was shining a black light on it. So does your shirt,
Lisa said, even though we hadn't spoken. We leaned up against my car,
which I tried not to be touchy about since it's new.
I wasn't planning anything. I wasn't imagining anything. You can only
do that so many times in your head before you realize you are thinking
too much. Also, you can only not suck for ten minutes and that ten
minutes assumes you're not talking the whole time, either.
Thanks for not being a dick, Lisa finally said. Let's go.