Aftermath

I don't know why but seeing so many black girls dressed up as Hannah Montana seemed really funny to me. Josh's sister lent me her cheerleader uniform and I put my hair in a ponytail and was a cheerleader. Totally unironically I was drinking pom juice for half the night.

We went to three parties, mostly to see what other people were dressed as and get good candy. I showed up at work dressed up and they didn't mind which was good because I didn't bring regular clothes to change into. Remind me to never do that again - for my entire shift during the dinner rush people kept yelling, "Yo, Cheerleader! When's our table gonna be ready?" The only funny part was that I gave out a different cheerleader-sounding name to everyone who asked what it was. Mostly, any name that ended in an "y/eigh/ie" sound. Kristy! Ashleigh! Courtney! Stefanie! Trinity! Oh and it was also funny when a family would be waiting and the kid would whine so the mother would say "Go ask the cheerleader how much longer," and as the kid started walking over to me, the dad would call out, "Her name is Abby!" and wink at me. Like, hey I'm a good guy because even though you're in the service industry as a lowly hostess I remembered your name. Whatever.

I am back at home now and only got smacked in the face once for being such a whore, sleeping at a different boy's house every night, probably getting knocked up, and don't come crying to me when you need an abortion! Alex used to freak out when Aunt Elaine says stuff like that and now she is so used to it that she just rolls her eyes and walks away. I hope she really doesn't think deep down that I'm slutty.

I miss the clean air and the quiet and the calmness. Tonight though I know I will sleep so much better.