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I'm a Lady

On New Year's Eve, I went to a friend's house party. This is a house I'd been in plenty of times before, a house I could navigate blindfolded should the need ever present itself. Between the ages of eleven and twenty-one, I'd been in this house countless times, accompanied by a diverse crowd of friends and acquaintances.

It was around 9:30 when I walked into the house for the first time that night, dressed in a sparkly frock and high-heels, as is only appropriate for the most glitzy holiday of the year. After exchanging pleasantries with the few people who were just starting to gather, the first words out of my mouth were, "Who wants a tequila shot?" This was followed by another tequila shot (and then maybe another tequila shot?), two heavy-handed vodka cranberries I mixed myself, and a cheap beer shotgunned on the porch in lieu of a new year's kiss. I was, admittedly, drunk. I was also of legal drinking age, within walking distance of my house, among fri…