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The cure for parent-adult child disputes...

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Jul. 4th, 2008 | 12:55 am
mood: amused

Karaoke night at the town dive bar...and out of me and my parents, i'm again, the most suitable candidate to be the designated driver. I feel fifteen all over again. only this time, my mom danced to a lil jon song with erica spurr (high school floozy, no offense)'s boyfriend. All that went through my mind at the time was, this could be some Lorrie Moore short story (man with braided, beaded goatee with KILL on the back of his t shirt, transsexual motown queen, bleach blonde hair MUDD jeans singing trisha yearwood, veteran with what looked like skin cancer, etc). Also, the bartender had to look up how to make a mojito. It makes me miss the Bop in summer time...Also, my step dad kept insisting he was a lesbian trapped in a man's body. That was honestly, the only embarrassing thing about the whole night.

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Shel

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from: erisedilla
date: Jul. 4th, 2008 06:07 am (UTC)
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who said it has to be a lorrie moore short story, girl? that sounds like straight up best american short stories fodder right there. or at least a really good lit mag *grin*

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christina

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from: msberkeleyfloor
date: Jul. 4th, 2008 06:30 am (UTC)
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i'll keep that in mind...with my memory, it will be impossible to ever write that memoir i've dreamed of.

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