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Saturday night


It’s a common belief that women love to dress up and love anything necessitating dressing up. For my own share of bummy days, I do love to have a good dress up now and again. But I have found the exact opposite to be true with boys.

Our departure to a fun and fruitful night in lovely Man Jose has been delayed. By none other than Alan’s deep resentment of my alerting him that what I meant by “you have to wear shoes” is not “put on something that doesn’t flip or flop” but to actually put on some dress shoes. Combined with my telling him to put on a collared shirt, he laid down on the bed. Face down. I have never seen someone so downtrodden.

Last modified: January 10, 2019