Epp Seven

You know what I hate? I am a grown woman and teenage kids can still make me want to shrink into nothing. I'm too old for this.
But tonight was one of the most cherished events in a college student's life: Free coffee night at the local coffee house. The organized event was bingo. We did not win. At all. So most of the time was spent socializing with everyone.
From my table, there were close friends, actually playing bingo, loud-as-fuck rednecks, Vas antagonizing the bingo caller. Btw, Vas is a 50 year old friend of my sister's who hugged up on me in the beginning of the night, and once, while slightly inebriated, gave me some of the best advice I can remember that wasn't from my mama.
Then there was the table in the middle, with a coconut/man juice/carrot/strawberry concoction, Bill Cosby, sitting on Leesa's lap, rere noises, choking Frittany with excitement.
But I spend most of my time outside with a few friendly acquaintances. Talking about secondhand chainsmoking, handmade, perfectly sized leather moccasins for cheap I fully intend to buy, the concept of masculinity, how to make money off the internet, some manipulated comments (a skill all women have and should probably use more often) that accused them of calling me a variety of names including ugly, fat, skanky, disease-ridden, incestuous, a pedophile, and probably more. Now I need to think of more creative ways to make Alex uncomfortable.
For everything that could go wrong, tonight was pretty bitchin'. Times like this I really like people.
MEWO: I've been a bad, bad girl.