So I’m the Wesley whore now…
Tonight at the Wesley party at Sara's house, I told the drag queen story yet again — the full version this time. This was the retelling for people who didn't hear it on Wednesday. (I mean, come on... Sara did ask for the most interesting thing that happened to us over break.)
So I pretty much look like the bad kid at Wesley right now, but just because no one else is telling sketchy weekend stories does not mean they don't exist. I know you people. But whatever. I will relish my title as the Wesley slut as long as it lasts.
By the way, if by some chance you missed both tellings of my drag queen story, you can read it here, and to see my oh-so-talented ninth-grade self, click here.