Sunday my friend Aimee and I had SarAimee adventures.
In the old days, before she let a boy move into her house, our adventures included lots and lots of girly stuff. This adventure, however, included a trip into two snowboarding stores.
It was here I discovered that I’m going to be a lesbian.
Aimee was talking to the clerk about the difference in snowboarding socks when I heard something that changed my life: antibacterial socks.
After questioning the clerk on why anyone would need antibacterial in socks, I found out that people don’t wash their snowboarding gear. And by people I mean boys. The flashback images of all the dirty-footed snowboarding guys I’ve made out with in my life caused immediate hives. I swore off boys right then and there.
On our way home we needed a major infusion of estrogen so we stopped by a coffee shop named Diva. It helped, but I’m probably going to have to stick to my original plan and make 2009 the year of the lesbian.