This one takes place on Mother’s Day a few years back. I’d been dating Lizzie for about 6 months and as summer rolled around we’d developed a bit of a habit. Along with Kat and Karlie, our ridiculously attractive lesbian friends, we’d procure a bit of M and go to the gay club every Sunday to see the drag show and dance until the wee hours. Lizzie and Kat and I all worked at the same bar so Sunday was pretty much the beginning of our weekend and Karlie worked a day job but was a fuckin trooper – one of those people who have the ability to just completely be in the moment and ignore future consequences.