Ten Things I'll Never Do_The Day I Should Have Remembered_Party Time_Death at a Party
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Ten Things I'll Never Do
10 Things I’ll Never DoMost of my friends are either about to retire or recently moved past it. For the people who are currently retired, they run the gamut. Those in more than fine financial shape (not too many) frequently travel to visit friends, or just get away and explore. At the other end of the retirement spectrum are those who can “manage” … meaning they don’t necessarily have to work but need to be careful with their expenses (everyone else). For the latter group, a not so dissimilar life as the one they were leading before they stopped working. The main difference is, they’v...
The Day I Should Have Remembered
It was a quarter to six when Johnny realized he has only six hours and fifteen minutes to propose to the woman of his dreams. He hops off the couch and runs to his bedroom to find the most suitable attire for a very special day. He booked a lovely reservation at Eleven Madison Park for eleven-thirtywww.onedoor.cc that way he had enough time to propose on the New Year. Looking through his closet, he stumbles upon an old checklist he made years ago. When Johnny was young ― too young to remember― he made a list of the person he wanted to marry. A humorous personality, a gentle mind, and a stunning smile were ...
Party Time
“Come on, its going to be fun! Paddle boards, hot tub, floating dock. Great people, food, drinks. You are definitely going to come, right?” She pleaded with me over the phone. I want to go but it was complicated.I chew my lower lip and take a deep breath. “Can we make it a 70% chance of a yes?” Always leave some wiggle room I think to myself and wonder if I’d actually go. 30% chance of a yes more like but I do not say this. Like the weather, I am not always so predictable.She sighs, I hear the resignation in her voice. “I guess that’s better then an outright no.” she pauses for a moment, ...
Death at a Party
There was a body on the table.They stared at it—at the heavy hair-sprayed pink curls and the smudged mascara and the tiny crop top that showed off a belly button piercing (did people still get belly button piercings? Never mind the piercing, she was dead) . Sixteen, maybe. Or younger. Anyway she was too young to be here. That’s what they were all thinking. Someone’s niece who’d hidden in the back of the car. Someone’s little sister who’d sneaked in the bathroom window. But no one claimed her. Not even when they turned down the volume and Jason felt her pulse and shook his head like he’d seen d...