So I went back to work and buried myself in tax forms and filings and annoying clients. The months flew by and one night Brenda finally got me out of my condo for something other than work.
“It’ll be fun,” she said. Melissa was out of town, working on an ad campaign for a big client, so Brenda was bored. “We’ll go bar-hopping and do karaoke.”
“Fine,” I said, sighing loudly. “Anything to make you happy so I can come back home and crash.”
“God, you really need to get laid. You’re like s**t on a stick—such a party pooper! Come on, you can do this!”
So off we went. We ended up at Mary’s, and, I confess, I had a good time. There were some really cute guys there and I felt the need to impress by singing AC/DC’s “Back in Black.” I had killer pipes I rarely used. I had been in a rock band at u
