19th
they’re my sister’s. i don’t have a sister? i meant cousin.
i had a reunion lunch with some people i don’t really know that well, with the exception of one. that one is the glue for this group, and her return to the bay area prompted this latest gathering.
interesting story from her: she recently broke up with some sketchy dude. they never got along very well and had many public fights over inane things, despite not really being very serious or dating very long.
_right_ after they broke up, she went to visit him in NYC. she found an earring (gold with pearls and diamonds) in his bed, and confronted him about it. he said, without hesitation, “they’re mine”.
seriously? of all the excuses that might have popped in his head, he decided to claim that he-of-no-piercing-status owned half a pair of obviously female earrings? it would have been better if he could claim such with a straight face while jamming the earring into his lobe, with blood gushing. that would at least be a better story, AND he would get props for adamantly sticking to his guns.
in other news, the reason why she didn’t dump him earlier was because he is the main social organizer at their MBA school, and she didn’t want to miss out on event invitations.
