During the intermission at Carrie Fisher's solo show, I turned to Adam. "A few months ago," I said, "Maybe I could've used the men's room and gotten away with it. Not anymore."
I've only very recently started joking about this stuff.
At the wedding I waited for someone to take me aside, slip into their confidential whispers, and ask me about the changes. Then I think about what Adam said: It always mattered more to you than it did to anyone else.
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