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maryann & dena dragged me out to hoboken again last night. they called me when they were in the car, so i was dressed something like "tree-hugging mother," as maryann described it. talk about not dressing to blend in.
every time i hit up the jersey nightlife scene, i conider the possibility that i was adopted and really belong to a nice hip young couple from boston. i actually text messaged michael to let him know that we should move to boston immediately. i tried to look casual in my hippie-dippie full-length skirt while at the same time projecting an aura of don't-fuck-with-me-tonight. all of the other ladies enjoying their night out on the town were wearing their best wonder bras and whatnot, so as to get that oops-my-boobs-just-might-fall-out look.
why do i allow myself to be subjected to these evenings?
the only bright spot is hoboken pizza afterwards.
every time i hit up the jersey nightlife scene, i conider the possibility that i was adopted and really belong to a nice hip young couple from boston. i actually text messaged michael to let him know that we should move to boston immediately. i tried to look casual in my hippie-dippie full-length skirt while at the same time projecting an aura of don't-fuck-with-me-tonight. all of the other ladies enjoying their night out on the town were wearing their best wonder bras and whatnot, so as to get that oops-my-boobs-just-might-fall-out look.
why do i allow myself to be subjected to these evenings?
the only bright spot is hoboken pizza afterwards.