there was this moment on friday night- when i was sitting with jmills, us continually swiping our eerily similar bangs out of our eyes, where the gentle breeze seemed determined they stay, and drinking kool-aide and hard liquor on her back porch in the shadow of wrigley as we expounded upon the subtle difference between hard mingling (boo!) and soft mingling (yay!) and a cover band played the greatest hits of our high school years three stories below.
there was this moment where 27 felt a perfect fit.
shortly thereafter, on the walk home, a triumvriate of drunk-ass depaul boys attempted to bust some kind of move by the johnny depp set. if pulling a girl's ponytail can be called a move. and i don't know that it legally can.
i only know this:
i'm 27. and a roving band of teenaged boys pulled my hair.