but with less casualties. Maybe.
So I’m going out to dinner with a group of friends, including one particularly noteworthy former friend, whom I haven’t seen in a year and a half. Long story short: best case scenario = most painfully awkward dinner in all of history. Worst case scenario = aforementioned fatalities.
The universe’s lesson for me today seems to be “Learn how to walk into a room and NOT punch the bitch in the face. No matter how much you want to.”
My night, in gif…