I miss Babs and Dy-lan.

I really do. Those scamps.

I am drinking a ginger ale and being pouty. I feel like I did when I was 13 and sitting at home, certain that there were cool older people out having a fun time at bars, and counting down the days until I too could go and have a drink at the bar and dance, dance, dance.

Except now I'm really extra pouty because I'm actually old enough to go out.