A Year and Change Page #2

- Can you please give

me a glass of water?

- Yeah.

- Someone just gave me a

large shot of some weird

brown liquid and yelled at

me until I drank it all.

- There you go.

- Thanks.

- Yep.

- You okay?

- I'm sure wherever my ex-husband

is, he is not freaking out

in the kitchen of some

New Year's Eve party.

- I'm sure he doesn't look

as nice as you do either.

- Aw, thanks.

It's obviously too

much for this place,

but I have no idea

what I'm doing.

- Yeah, well take it from me.

I've been divorced

for a few years.

It gets easier.

- I've never really

been on my own.

Before Martin and I separated,

there was never a

night in my life

where there wasn't

someone that I could

say good night to

as I went to bed.

- Hold on a second.

- What are you doing?

- I'm giving you my number.

So, when you go to bed

I want you to call me

and tell me good night.

- Thank you.

- No problem.

You know what?

We should go on a date sometime.

That's the first thing you need

to do when you get single,

just go on a bunch of dates.

Date a bunch of dudes.

I mean, who cares, you know.

You just need to get

outta your head.

- Owen, that's really sweet

but I'm afraid that I'd...

I would be using

you as a rebound.

- No pressure.

I'm not goin' anywhere.

- Yeah. Okay.

- It's just a piece of paper

with some numbers on it.

- Just a piece of paper, okay.

Thank you for the

piece of paper.

- Owen!

- Yes. Hey.

- Let's take a shot.

- I can't do anymore.

- No, there are these mango things.

It's so f***in' good.

Just one shot.

- That sounds exotic but I

can't do shots anymore.

I'm good. I got beer.

- Don't be so f***in' boring.

- I'm good. I'm good.

- Jackie, let's take a shot.

- Oh okay, but I'm Linda.

- Whatever.

Dear Jen,

For some reason, I thought

if I got up on the roof

I'd be able to see

for miles around.

Turns out I can

only see the roof

of the house across the street.

I wonder if anyone would

even notice that I'm gone.

I should just leave that there.

Oh!

Jen.

They say what you're

doing on New Year's Eve

is what you'll be doing

all of the next year.

To be honest...

- Happy New Year!!

I'm not so sure I could handle

another 12 months of this.

- I heard you were

here somewhere.

- Angie.

They got you workin'

on New Year's Eve?

- Yeah, anything to get

away from my family.

C'mon.

So, turns out you

can't fly, huh.

- Aw, that was just

my first attempt.

- You up on the roof

at the ale house?

- Mm-hmm. No, I was

over at Pete's.

He was having a party.

- Pete. Is he still an a**hole?

- Pretty much.

- I always thought you

were so much smarter

than those guys you get

drunk with every night.

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