Champagne for My Real Friends, Real Pain for My Sham Friends

some thoughts on party friends

I have some friends who are only good for a good time. 

That good time lasts about as long as it takes me to get drunk and remember I couldn’t call them up if I was stranded on the side of the road, or dumped on a quiet Tuesday evening. Our bonds are born on dancefloors, and there, too, they shall die, cracked tombstones reading, “Here lies Pregame Girl.…