Tonight was the night my little religion class miscreants volunteered at the church’s spaghetti dinner. I coerced Paul into stopping by with me so I could show my support and make certain that nobody ended up bathed in chicken cacciatore. Upon arrival, one of the girls informed me that we were “like totally wearing the same jeans! and we both love Coach purses! Oh my god!” Another girl told me that one of the guys in our class was going to ask her out that night, but he was [insert exaggerated eyeroll and gagging gesture here], so she had her friend tell him that she already had a boyfriend. I love eighth grade drama.