The Writer Wanted to Go to a Nightclub

Forgive the hiatus, Ballers.

It was my anniversary last week; like always, that meant my husband wanted to go to the fights and I wanted to go to a nightclub.

We got in a huge argument, and I ended up calling our sluttiest friend to set me up on a date, and then he called his sluttiest friend, who turned out to be the same person!!!

And then I dressed up like a mountain wench and we made out. So it turned out pretty well in the end.

Gosh, our story sounds a lot like Episode One.

I’ll see you Friday for “The Gossip.” (Get all the WTFacts in advance here.)

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