Tonight, at a wonderful impromptu cookout at Erica and David's, a 24 year old try to tell Matt and me that we're not old. Well, it's 10pm on a Saturday night. I'm flipping between The Wedding Planner and Olympic diving while reading Fifty Shades Darker. All I need is a pint of ice cream and some cats before I become a complete cliche.
But, I'm so content. Happy single Saturday night to me…
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