Taking Lisi to lunch yesterday, an old friend of hers walks in. "Oh my god, that's so-and-so," she says.

I have met this boy once before, allegedly, when I was seventeen and throwing up on the ride home. His presence did not make an impression on my young lil memory which was rapidly losing brain cells out the car door at red lights. "Yeah, you were like, molesting him in the backseat!" Well, if you say so, Lis.

Called him over. "This is my friend Taylor, she molested you in the backseat of Ashley's car four years ago." I knew that was coming.

"Actually I think that was you," he said.
"Yeah! It was probably was you."
"Yeah you're right. It was me."

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Ended up having a surprising amount of people over last night (for my memory: Dan, Annie, Tom, Spencer, Anthony, Abby, Young Greg, Ted, Alicia, Dan, Dave, Be-hatted Girl, Emily, Rose, Audrey, Lydia, Amy, Josh, two dogs. I think that's it).

Audrey was on fire - calling everyone out in this hilarious sassy way. "Yelling gossip - I love that," Lisa said.

After everyone left, Jen, Audrey and I played Never Have I Ever and Audrey yelled at me with such intensity, like she was scolding a child. "You need to be LOVED like a REAL WOMAN DESERVES TO BE LOVED." I was dying, rolling around on the couch and laughing. I can't even put up the other stuff she was telling me. It was amazing.

"Yeah. Well. My hand's still up." - Jen, playing the game.