Total Eclipse of the Blog

Last night I ate dinner with my childhood best friend at Lokal in Williamsburg. We see each other twice a year; each time she has more problems and bigger issues. She always laughs after saying she’s joining the 27 club, but these aren’t jokes. They’re statements. Her Dad had called her forty times in the last two days. He knows she dropped out of college, but she hadn’t told him yet. Her Dad texted my Mom, who texted my friend and said her Dad was depressed. So my friend called her Dad. She told him she had a plan: attend community college, graduate, and then get her MFA. She would pay for everything herself. After the conversation, I told her that sounded like a great plan. She laughed. “You think I actually have a plan?” she said. “That’s funny. That’s really funny.”