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yesterday as i sat drinking a pint and contemplating the sox beating the yankees on a not so big screen i came to a realization.

i did not realize that God was shining down on me or that i had left the oven on. no what i realized was much more mundane but just as far reaching.

i realized i had been in that bar before.

for once it's not what you think. yes i have been in certain establishments and suddenly remembered a long ago sloshfest. but not this time. this time i remembered playing wing man as (then best girl friend) leigh smoozed up two 7 foot tall australian hotties.

she was successful that night. so successful in fact that she married one of said hotties a few years ago.

i was not invited to the wedding. the 7 foot tall significant other and i did not get along. after 10 years of knowing we would be each others bridesmaids i was not even notified of the impedning nuptials.

this is not a bad thing.

after a year or two of being half heartedly pissed i realized what a shitty friend she was. not just for not inviting me to her wedding or cutting me off without a backward glance. no she was shitty because she never played MY wingman, because she subtly put me down all the time, because she was BLOND BLOND BLOND!

and once again, as with my ex gay husband, my first stepmother and that drummer i dated for five minutes i realized i was better off. so so much better.

some people grow up, some people grow apart but some people are just bitches.

BLOND BLOND BLOND!