I may not even get to go. Turns out my grandmother is moving that day, and I got drafted into helping her move.

My high school friend and I hanging out in the town:

"Hmm, isn't that K. and her boyfriend?"

"Seems like it. Do we talk to her?"

"Nah, I unfriended her on facebook because I was tired of her shit."

"Me too. So, what do we do?"

"Hope they don't see us."

They didn't, luckily. Also, I somehow managed to get stuck in the toilet at the pizzeria (I briefly considered kicking the door open as my friend didn't pick up her phone).