I’ve been sick, which is never fun but it becomes even less fun when it causes me to miss my first ever book club gathering. How have I not belonged to one before, you ask. Because I’ve always had social anxiety, which I’ve recently been kicking in the ass. There’s something about getting older that’s making me braver and more confident. Or it could be alcohol. No fears though as this weekend I’m going to participate in the best social gathering of the century. Erika. Irene. Tamra. 80s cover band. Need I say more?
