In a few weeks, some of us DR alumni are going to hook up, drink, and blurt out crazy stuff. Maybe that's just me.
It's been nearly 10 years since I worked there. On Feb. 8, I'll reunite with some of my former coworkers:
The sweet girl I turned cold on because she irritated me for reasons I remember but no longer connect with;
The bully editor who used to scare me and possibly still could if I didn't know how vulnerable she is;
The cheerleader type who would've made me over six times if I'd just let her;
Others who I like and have missed.
Bring it on. Along with a margarita or six.
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