This is my new permanent uniform: yoga pants, Rogers corporate-branded sweatshirt, glasses, moccasins, greasy ponytail, yesterday's mascara smeared all over my face and dog in hand. This is the same outfit I was wearing last night when I was locked myself out of the building at 3:30 a.m. This was the same outfit that I wandered down the street in to beg a cell phone off a cabbie so I could call Jay to let me. Chloé came over last night to send out the invite for our trivia night. "I don't know how to talk to the other girls," I told her.
"Jessica, didn't you watch Miss Congeniality?" Chloé chided me. "You just need to do what Gracie does--she brings them pizza and beer and then save their lives. That's all you need to do."
Why didn't I think of that? So, anyone want to put the lives of some beauty queens in danger so I can save them and subsequently make friends?
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