The universe had a different plan. I really wish the universe had consulted with me.
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I decided to add a top-secret judging category: how much did any of the contestants actually care?
Well . . . you’ll have to wait just a bit longer. The judges are all in the bathroom throwing up. No, seriously, they’re deadlocked. . .
I open my email to find hundreds of pitches touting the irresistible credentials of the latest parenting expert, pet food promoter, political maven, aging rock diva or in one memorable case, a low-flush toilet.
What happens at Girlfriend Weekend stays at Girlfriend Weekend. All except for the pie, which somehow made it home attached to my butt.
Is our shameful secret safely in the past?
We love Alma Via for the apparently bottomless home-made-cookie buffet in the entrance hall; and last but certainly not least, because the folks at Alma Via love to party.
We enter the gym and clumsily follow Yuichi’s lead as he puts us through our paces: One-two-step-together-step-slide, to recorded music from Chorus Line and other familiar shows.
I wonder: had there been an electoral college at Byram Hills High School when Sam ran for student council president, might he have won and gone on to become a corrupt political official under indictment today?