I'm at a diner for breakfast. There's a post-club girl here in yesterday's makeup and sweats. Her friend says "Oh my God it's the 31st." This girl lifts her head off the table and says '..... of what?'
The friend orders her breakfast. Recovery girl just kind of stares at the menu.
Friend: ".... She'll have breakfast potatoes and wheat toast."
The waitress looks so sympathetic and brings them more water.
I get the feeling that this is a first week of college, freshly 21 thing. They are discussing going to the Dollar Tree for painkillers and Gatorade like it's a long walk to Mordor.
I need y'all to know that the Dollar Tree is across the street.
Recovery girl is eating potatoes with a spoon and her cheek still on the table. It is a Process. All of a sudden she sits up and declares that "Kermit needs new water."
It's unclear who that is, but her friend is very patiently convincing her that Kermit can get new water after Recovery Girl finishes *her* water.
While I was typing this it became somewhat clear that Kermit is a fish? Or some other aquatic pet.
As I'm heading out, Recovery Girl is convincing her friend that she can "definitely handle a cheeseburger."
May we all have a friend like hers, steadfastly reminding us "you're a vegetarian, babe" in our darkest hours.
