12:00
\nA\u2019s mom texts him to text me that she\u2019s outside my house to pick me up. I roll out of bed and step into her car. It\u2019s just us two aside from the baby in the back seat. She tells me that it turns one today and that he is named after her dead father. She talks to me about her dead parents and addiction. This is the first conversation I have ever had with this woman. A refers to the baby as a bundle of sadness and I understand why now, being that it cried the entire car ride.<\/p>\n
12:14
\nI arrive at A\u2019s house. The first floor smells but I can\u2019t figure out it\u2019s source. We take turns playing bad music and catching up while he straightens his hair.<\/p>\n
1:00
\nWe head down to get a drink and discover his extended family has arrived. None of them make an attempt to introduce themselves. We run into a woman outside who introduces herself as grandma. I don\u2019t respond for 30 seconds because I was debating whether or not she would get my humor if I also introduced myself as grandma. I decide against it and give her my dead name then hide my Buddha necklace. Just in case. She says the place smells like pot. I realize she\u2019s right. She tells me she knows because she had some earlier.<\/p>\n
12:15
\nA man covered in tattoos starts a conversation with her. I wait for him to introduce himself so I can compliment his tattoos. He doesn\u2019t introduce himself.<\/p>\n
1:20
\nWe head back up stairs and A tells me that tattoo guy is a felon. He is in awe of the fact that his family is getting high at his one year old brother\u2019s birthday. Then he is upset that they didn\u2019t share.<\/p>\n
1:25
\nWe head back downstairs to get food. No one reacts to me being there still. I wonder if I exist. I notice a vape on the food table.<\/p>\n
2:00
\nA makes me watch a TV show about two old women that live together because their husbands left them to be with each other. I ask if the women are lesbians. He says no. I don\u2019t see the point in it if they\u2019re not. I watch anyways.<\/p>\n
2:40
\nA gets us more food and tells me that his family thinks we’re an item.<\/p>\n
3:20
\nA notices me text someone with the contact name \u2018Novia\u2019. He asks me who I\u2019m texting. It\u2019s my girlfriend. I tell him it\u2019s no one. He gets quiet.<\/p>\n
4:00
\nA tells me he\u2019ll keep my secret, that he won\u2019t tell anyone my girlfriend\u2019s name is Novia. Novia means girlfriend in Spanish.<\/p>\n
5:34
\nA notices me text my dad to pick me up. He asks if something is wrong. I tell him its nothing, that I have something to do. He asks what. I tell him Its just something. I don\u2019t remember whether or not I told him I was going to the movies with my girlfriend or K. He assumes that I was hit by a sudden spell of depression and tells me it\u2019s okay to admit it. I tell him that\u2019s not it, and that I\u2019ll explain one day. If I\u2019m being honest I\u2019m not sure I will ever get to.<\/p>\n
6:50
\nI arrive at the cinema. I\u2019m wearing a dress because all my pants are in the wash. I haven\u2019t shaved my legs since October. Three people attempt to make conversation with me while I wait for K. I know none of them.<\/p>\n
7:05
\nK arrives and we go into the theater. We realize 30 minutes later when a horror movie starts playing instead of a musical that we walked into the wrong showing.<\/p>\n
7:40
\nWe watch the movie like we\u2019re friends.<\/p>\n
9:00
\nThe movie ends. We missed the first 40 minutes of it. I didn\u2019t like the movie but I know K loved it so I tell her I liked it on our way out.<\/p>\n
9:15
\nWe go our separate ways like we\u2019re friends.<\/p>\n
11:00
\nI think about how much we aren\u2019t.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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