So it’s 11:15 p.m. and I’m at my desk at home working away on the mundane little job I do at night. And the phone rings. At 11:15 at night.
Who would possibly be calling me?
Well, my friend L went to New York today for a one-night trip. Her friend’s husband had given her friend tickets to The Martha Stewart Show, and invited L to go with her. So I assumed that she would probably be the only person calling me in what qualifies as the middle of the night in suburbia.
So, to recap:
Me=Sitting at home typing away at my computer.
L=Hobnobbing with the stars and doing shots of some fancy drink involving lemons.
L says she’s never coming home.
I asked her to send for me.