I can’t tell you how many times people have asked me what kind of jeans I’m wearing. When I inform them they’re from Old Navy, they are shocked. And then they say they’re immediately going to go get themselves a pair too.

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My relationship with working out has always been one full of animosity. Fortunately, the feeling’s mutual. I hate exercising and I’m pretty sure exercising hates me. For a very long time, there was no activity I’d rather be doing less than working out. I can recall a handful of occasions where I’d sit on my bed, dressed in my gym clothes, thinking that a trip to the dentist would be more enjoyable than getting into my car and driving to the gym. I was also a master of persuasion. “I think I read somewhere it’s harmful to exercise when you have even the slightest headache.” Or “I should tidy up my apartment instead of frivolously wasting time working out.” Seriously, sometimes cleaning my apartment sounded better than exercising.

But every so often, I’d find myself working out. Mostly because I knew I had to do it. You know, health reasons, blah blah blah. Usually I’d go on the elliptical for 45 minutes. This activity was mundane, repetitive and loathsome. I’d relentlessly stare at the clock, praying time would magically speed by so I could get off the machine and get the hell out of my least favorite place in the world.

While I loathed the elliptical, I figured I was still getting a good workout. I mean, I was sort of sweating and it was beyond grueling to be on there. It sure felt like I was exercising my ass off. Unfortunately, I wasn’t. Frustrated that I wasn’t getting the results I wanted, I thought about my options. Some kind of dance class? Eh, I’m uncoordinated. Yoga? Never in my life have I been able to touch my hands to my toes. So I turned back to spinning. I reasoned that at least in spinning, you get to sit the whole time. And really, what’s the worst that could happen by trying it again? I get off my bike, go to the bathroom and puke? Been there, done that.

Surprisingly, I survived the class. It was hard and I wanted to quit the entire time, but it wasn’t that bad. So I decided to go back the next week. Which then became going back again and again and again. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t tough in the beginning. It was. But I did each class at my own pace, as most instructors advise you to do if you’re a novice. I found that with the right music and the right encouragement, spinning could – gasp – actually be kind of fun. Because the truth is, one thing spinning isn’t is boring. And it’s no denying that 45 minutes of hardcore cycling on a bike to loud music is a million times better than 45 minutes on the evil elliptical (screw you, ellipticals).

These days I actually look forward to class. Or rather, I don’t dread going. Recently, I bought spin shoes. Crazy, I know. I even have favorite teachers and certain bikes I like more than others. It’s weird that I have such strong feelings about these things!

There’s one teacher in particular whose class I never want to miss. She always kills it with her playlists. A song that’s been on her mix a few times is Ellie Goulding’s “Anything Could Happen” (which the Girls season two trailer used so perfectly). As my teacher leads us in intervals, she often shouts out things like, “Push yourself! Anything can happen!” I realize that there are no words more apt than those when it comes to me and spinning. In life, anything, and everything, could happen. For example, I could learn to love spinning.

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So here’s what I think the characters from Full House are doing in 2012:

Danny Tanner still lives in The Full House. Although, these days, the house isn’t so packed. Instead, it’s just him and his wife, Helen. Yep, Danny got remarried (with his daughters’ blessings). He met Helen when she was a guest on Wake up, San Francisco during her 2002 run for city council. Currently, she’s about to make a bid for mayor. Danny continues to host that weirdly still-popular-yet-sort-of-cult-classic morning show (as well as the annual telethon). Danny and Helen are sort of what you’d call a power couple. They even got to ride on floats during the San Francisco Giants’ World Series Victory Parade in 2010 and 2012 (Danny was giddy both times). Interestingly enough, Helen is a lot different than Danny. She’s adventurous, free-spirited and has no idea how to get tough stains out of clothes. But here’s the thing: Helen and Danny are good for one another. They balance each other out. For example, Helen recently hired a housekeeper to deal with Danny’s OCD cleaning habit. And guess what? It’s helped. The other day, Danny saw a dirty dish in the sink and didn’t flip out.

Jesse Katsopolis and Becky Donaldson Katsopolis are still happily married. They own an apartment in the San Francisco neighborhood of SOMA. However, the family is hardly ever home. The twins are off at college. Alex, taking after his mom, is studying journalism at the University of Nebraska while Nicky, taking after his dad, is studying music production at Berklee in Boston. On the side, Nicky plays bass in a band called Have Mercy. With the boys away, Jesse and Becky began traveling for work. Jesse, no longer a stay-at-home dad, started taking gigs on the road. He’s been on tour with some big acts (Eagles, Neil Diamond and, of course, The Beach Boys). Becky, meanwhile, is enjoying working as a World Correspondent for ABC. Having spent most of her career hosting fluff like Wake Up, San Francisco and then later her own short-lived syndicated talk show Becky!, she’s finally doing the hard-hitting news reporting she’s always dreamed of. Yet, no matter where Jesse or Becky are in the world, they always make time for a daily Skype session. Awww! A little bit ago, while in the bathroom of a Hilton in Dallas, Jesse found a gray hair. As you can imagine, he was not happy. At all.

The best thing to ever happen to Joey Gladstone was Twitter. In 140 characters or less, Joey’s pretty funny. Twitter has opened the door to a lot of great opportunities for him: comedy specials, guest star roles on TV, sold-out, stand-up shows around the country. Another great thing to happen to Joey was Liz. The two met at Becky’s 40th birthday party a few years ago. A friend of Becky’s from Spinning, Liz was a divorced exec at Google who had a five-year-old daughter named Sophie. Liz and Joey were instantly smitten with one another. But before they could get serious, Joey had to win over her kid. So what did he do? His “cut it out” bit, duh. Sophie absolutely loved it and subsequently taught it to all her kindergarten classmates. Joey and Liz were married in a small ceremony in Danny’s backyard (Jesse became ordained and officiated). Now that Sophie’s older, Joey’s impersonations and gags can get real annoying and embarrassing, but overall, she couldn’t be happier to have such a great step-dad.

DJ Tanner is obviously no longer DJ Tanner. She’s now DJ Reynolds after marrying Greg Reynolds, the guy she met her very first day at UC Berkeley. See, good thing she didn’t get into Stanford. After graduation, DJ and Greg moved to a small apartment in Nob Hill. She took a job in advertising while Greg enrolled in med school. They had a big wedding in Napa. Not only did DJ have three maids of honor (Stephanie, Michelle and Kimmy) but she also had three guys give her away (Danny, Jesse and Joey). Once DJ got pregnant, she quit working and is now a full time mommy to Pam, Claire and Ian. DJ’s the PTA president, a Honey Bee leader and a soccer coach. Being a mom was the job she was born to have. But if you think DJ loves being a mother, you can’t even imagine how much Danny loves being a grandfather. Again, aww.

About three years ago, DJ and her high school boyfriend Steve reconnected on Facebook. He’s happily married with two kids in San Diego. DJ and Steve occasionally “Comment” on and “Like” each other’s photos.

Oh, Stephanie Tanner. Unlike DJ, life hasn’t been so smooth. After constantly changing majors and colleges, Stephanie finally graduated from the University of Washington with a degree in English in 2007. Since then, she’s moved around a lot (Seattle, Portland, Denver) and has taken a bunch of different jobs (nannying, sales rep, 911 dispatcher). But no matter where Stephanie goes, Mr. Bear, her childhood teddy bear, comes with. Right now, she’s living in Los Angeles. When it comes to guys, Stephanie hasn’t had the greatest luck. Over the years, she’s dated a bunch of duds. Guys who stole from her, guys with girlfriends, guys who just treated her bad. DJ constantly calls her sister with advice about how she needs to quit it with all these losers. Perhaps Stephanie needs to learn to love herself before she can expect a good guy to love her. Ugh, how rude! For now, Stephanie’s actually happy being single. Because little does her family know that while she’s waitressing to pay her bills, she’s also secretly working on her memoir: Crowded House: The Crazy But True Tale of Stephanie Judith Tanner. And man, does she have a lot of stories.

Having spent her entire life in a house full of people, by the time Michelle Tanner graduated high school she was ready to get out. And to somewhere far away. So she went to Boston University. Unfortunately for Michelle, she was in for a rude awakening when she got to college: she learned the world didn’t revolve around her. There were a couple tearful calls home about wanting to come back to San Francisco. But as Danny pointed out, “We’re Tanners. We stick things out!” Michelle stayed and ended up having a great college experience. She partied a lot, dated a ton of guys and even studied abroad in Florence. After graduation, Michelle moved to Murray Hill in New York City. On one of her first nights out in the city, she was introduced to Ryan, a friend of a friend’s roommate. He instantly fell head over heels for her and the two have been together ever since. The thing Michelle loves most about Ryan is his love for her. One could say he’s totally whipped. Whenever Michelle tells Ryan to do something for her, his response is, “You got it, dude.” This past February, the couple got a place together in Park Slope. Michelle writes for a prominent pop culture blog. She also has a personal blog about being in her 20’s in NYC. It gets a lot of traffic. Whenever Michelle’s had a long day at work, her beloved and way too nice boyfriend will come home with her favorite: “ouce cream.” While she’s somewhat thankful for the treat, she could seriously kill Joey for telling Ryan that she used to pronounce it that way at last year’s Thanksgiving.

And last but certainly not least: Kimmy Gibbler. Surprisingly, she’s super successful. She owns not one, but two yoga studios in LA. Kimmy lives by the beach in Venice with her dog. She dates a bunch but isn’t looking to settle down. Kimmy loves her life as-is, since it’s one in which she can pretty much do whatever she wants. There’s no one around to belittle her eccentricities or tell her she’s being a pest. Since Kimmy and Stephanie live in the same city, they sometimes get together. The two have begun to appreciate one another. After all, they’re both kind of oddballs. Whenever they hang out they usually talk a lot of smack about DJ. Sure, DJ seems to have it all – but compared to their lives, hers is kind of boring and like, come on, did she really have to post all those stupid videos of her kids at their horseback riding lessons on Facebook?

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But why exactly am I so into psychics? I absolutely hate spoilers of any kind. Plus, in that very first experience with the palm reader, she told me I’d marry a tall and handsome man in my late 20s. Yet here I am, 29 years old and there’s no tall and handsome man in my life. There’s not even a short and unattractive one. And that psychic’s not the only psychic who’s been off. I’ve been told I’d become a teacher (I’m not), meet my future husband on my next trip to Las Vegas (I didn’t and ew) and that I’d marry the guy I was seeing at the time (he dumped me a week later).

I’m sure you’re probably thinking, “JEANNE! Get a new hobby and stop wasting your time with all these psychics!” But here’s thing: I still truly believe others possess psychic abilities and therefore, I can’t help but be curious. Besides, even though I’ve heard some inaccurate predictions over the years, there have been times of pure and total clairvoyance. Sure, nothing life altering or too prophetic, but a few psychics have gotten things right.

However, for all the psychics I’ve talked to in my life, I’d never called a psychic hotline. There’s no denying that they have a bit of a stigma about them. I always think about Lelaina, Winona Ryder’s character in Reality Bites, who spends an entire night talking, or rather, commiserating with a psychic from a 1-900 number. She ends up none the wiser, even sadder than before and $406 poorer.

So while I was excited to take part in one of my favorite activities, I was also a tad skeptical about calling a psychic on the phone. For starters, I hate talking on the phone. Please text me. And second off, what’s to say the psychic didn’t Google me before we started chatting? But as soon as I got on the phone with Wendy, a forty year psychic veteran, she assured me the call was both private and anonymous. Those who call Hollywood Psychics are not Googled prior to or during the reading. Whoa, Wendy’s either super psychic or I’m not the only one with the Googling concern.

Wendy asked for my birthday. Ooh, yes astrology! I love astrology. But actually, Wendy was going to use numerology. Surprisingly, I’d never had a psychic do that on me before. Tarot cards, crystals, palms, sure. But numerology, that was something new. Wendy told me that I’m currently in a year Six. Fortunately, this means it should be a better year than the previous year Five. In numerology, the number Five means variety, and while it has its boons, it also means unexpected changes. She explained that a year Five can often be like a roller coaster. Before Wendy could continue with whatever she was going to say next, I interrupted her and said that was all totally true. Age 28 had been a bumpy ride. She told me that year Six should be more calming (thank goodness). It is in this year that I should focus on what I need in life. And not on what I don’t need. Oh, positive thinking. That’s always easier said than done.

Now I don’t want to fully share all of the details that Wendy predicted for me. Not only do I believe in psychic abilities, I also believe in jinxing things. Of course, if any of the things she said were to come true, I’d be very happy. After asking about love and professional things, my final question for Wendy was one that I was sort of embarrassed to even ask. I asked her about my Fantasy Football team. Wendy laughed and told me that wasn’t an embarrassing question at all. To her, there are no dumb questions. And really, Wendy told me, she’s been asked everything.

Being on the phone with Wendy was like having brunch with a friend – albeit a psychic friend, but still. I seriously could’ve talked to her for hours (which is weird considering my previously mentioned hatred for talking on the phone). And that’s when I realized the true allure of psychic hotlines. They’re not just around for you to call to find out when and where you’ll meet your soulmate. But they’re also a place to go to if you’re having a bad day. As Wendy mentioned, one could try to book a therapy session and then have to wait a while for an appointment. Yet, you could call a hotline and get immediate psychic advice. It’s an instant form of healing. Sometimes you just want to hear that things will get better and that there’s hope on the horizon.

I suppose we’ll have to see if Wendy’s predictions come true. But let’s be real, even if they don’t, we all know I’ll be back for more. Now that’s something you don’t need to be a psychic to predict.

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Which also makes me wonder what exactly Cher, Josh and the rest of the gang would be up to today. So here’s what I think the characters from Clueless are doing in 2012, seventeen years (!!) after the film’s release (and let’s forget the TV series ever existed):

Cher Horowitz is happily married to Josh. They wed in 2007 at the Hotel Bel-Air. Dionne was obviously the maid of honor. However, it hasn’t all been smooth sailing for Cher and Josh since 1995. There was a bit of a rough patch during her junior year of college. Cher was studying abroad in Paris through her school, UCLA. Before she left, Cher admitted to Josh that she was excited about spending those few months apart. After all, it was going to be the first time in her life she’d truly be on her own. But then on Valentine’s Day, Josh surprised his girlfriend by showing up at her flat in the 6^th arrondissement. Cher went ballistic. This was supposed to be the time for her to be by herself, to learn to be an adult, to find herself! Cher and Josh spent the night walking endlessly up and down Boulevard Saint-Germain. The two decided to break up for a bit. In the morning, Josh was on the first plane back to Los Angeles.

Cher’s semester in Paris ended up being exactly what she needed and wanted. It matured her. But she did miss her boyfriend. So when she returned home, Cher reunited with him. She was thankful to have that time alone but also realized she was still majorly, totally, butt crazy in love with Josh. The two completed each other. The couple’s been together ever since.

After undergrad at UCLA, Cher enrolled at the college’s law school. Having learned so much from her father as well as being a seasoned arguer and debater, she graduated at the top of her class. Cher got a job at a firm in Beverly Hills. She turned down her dad’s offer to work at his practice because she wanted to establish a name for herself first. Sometimes she and her dad, Mel, face off in court. So far their record going against one another is 2-2-1 (the 1 was a settlement). Meanwhile, Josh has his dream job working at a small environmental law firm downtown. He still goes to tree planting ceremonies around the city. Sadly, Marky Mark is way too busy to attend those now.

While Cher hasn’t done a makeover in quite some time, matchmaking is something she’ll never be able to quit. Her last successful set up was two paralegals in her office. They just moved in together.

Cher recently found out she’s pregnant. It’s a boy. Josh is ecstatic to be a dad. Mel is even more thrilled to be a grandfather. Cher can’t wait to buy the baby lots of stylish clothes. Dionne will be the godmother, naturally. Cher and Josh are currently in escrow on a house that’s perfect for their growing family. Shhh, don’t tell anyone, but it’s below Sunset.

As for Dionne and Murray, they parted ways before college. She went to FIT. He went to USC. Dionne’s made her life in New York and is currently a jewelry designer. Her pieces sell at Bergdorf Goodman and Henri Bendel. Sometimes Dionne appears on QVC. During college, Murray got an internship at Elton’s dad’s company. It was there that he discovered his calling: music producing. Murray worked his way up. Some albums he’s been a part of have won Grammys. Four years ago, Murray made the move to New York for his job. When he got to the city he didn’t know anyone. Well, anyone except for his ex-girlfriend Dionne. Murray sent her an e-mail saying he was now living in TriBeCa. Perhaps they could catch up? They met for dinner at The Spotted Pig. It went so well it turned into a night out at The Box. The two have been together ever since. Come on. Like Dionne and Murray wouldn’t end up together? As if!

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For those who know me, this is quite an accomplishment. Up until last July, I was a bonafide addict. I’ve been known to keep Diet Coke cans on my nightstand in case of an “emergency”. Waking up thirsty at 3am, grabbing the can of DC (for all you fiends) and taking a big gulp was the norm for me. As was drinking refill after refill of fountain Diet Coke at restaurants. It’s common knowledge that fountain DC is the best kind of DC.

Diet Coke was always something I could count on. Bad day? Pop open a can. Hangover from Hell? Go to the drive-thru at McDonald’s and get one supersized. The drink was a constant in my life that would surely brighten my day and my mood. Which is probably making you think I’m totally rude for kicking such a good friend to the curb. The decision to end my habit was an extremely hard one to make, although it had been something I’d been thinking about for awhile. Then one day (July 18^th, 2011) I woke up and declared, “Today is the day I stop drinking Diet Coke.” But why exactly did I choose to give up on my beloved drink of choice? Here are the three reasons I quit cold turkey:

1. Sleep

I was having a really hard time falling asleep. I’d be in my bed for what seemed like forever, tossing, turning, doing anything but snoozing. I decided to examine what it was that was keeping me awake. Then I realized: if I had a Diet Coke anytime after 4pm, I had trouble going to sleep. You’re probably thinking, “Um, Jeanne, it’s called caffeine-free Diet Coke.” But come on, caffeine-free DC is not that accessible. Especially when you eat out for most meals like I do. You can’t just order a CFDC anywhere you go. Also, as any Diet Coke aficionado knows, there is totally a difference between Diet Coke and caffeine-free Diet Coke. I will do a taste test to prove it.

2. Health

Obviously, giving up regular soda can help you drop a ton of pounds. But did you know that the fake sugar used to make diet soda diet makes you hungry? I didn’t. Well, until I did some research and saw articles about it all over the internet. Because dieting is heinous, I thought that perhaps cutting Diet Coke out of my regular routine could allow me to shed some weight. So am I super skinny now that I’ve been DC-free for 6 months? Not at all. But I will tell you this: I haven’t gained weight. I attribute that mostly to what I’m now not eating because of not drinking DC. You see, to me part of the fun of consuming really bad food is washing it down with Diet Coke. It adds to its enjoyment. Since giving up Diet Coke, I’ve been eating slightly healthier. The truth is I just don’t think it’s really worth it to eat a Double-Double animal-style if I can’t have a Diet Coke to go with it. What drink’s supposed to accompany my meal instead? Water? Ew! It’s not the same!

3. Just to see if I could

I don’t have the greatest discipline. Therefore giving up Diet Coke was a huge test for myself. There are many things in my life that I know I could never quit doing. Like eating meat. Or getting my highlights done every three months. Or checking certain people’s Facebook pages. But drinking Diet Coke? I could at least give it a try. And surprisingly, I was able to do it. While it’s delicious, it doesn’t really affect my everyday life. My life hasn’t gone downhill since giving it up. I suppose it’s even gotten a little better. I fall asleep more easily, I don’t eat as much junk food and I learned I can actually set limits for myself. That’s deep stuff.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss Diet Coke. I think I even had a dream about it last night. But then I look back on when my last sip was and realize that even though it’s been six whole months, it doesn’t feel like that much time has passed. I could probably go another six months. And maybe another six after that. We’ll see what happens. I can’t say I’m never going to not drink it again. That’s way too big of a commitment. But for now, I’m really proud of myself for not quitting quitting Diet Coke.

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I recently re-watched all 19 episodes with a friend who had never seen the show. It was even better than I had remembered. While watching again at 28, it made me seriously start to think about what these beloved characters, who had such a huge impact on me, would be up to these days. This also begged the question: just because a movie or a book or a TV show ends does that mean the story has to stop as well? I don’t think that’s the case.

Here’s what I think the characters from My So-Called Life are doing in 2011:

Angela Chase is 32 years old and lives in New York. Probably somewhere downtown. She just moved into a spacious (for NYC) one bedroom apartment after spending three miserable years in a tiny studio. Before that, she lived with roommates in various apartments around the city. Angela works in publishing as an art director, a job she really loves. She oversees the design of book covers. Some of the books she’s worked on have become bestsellers. Angela’s currently single and not that happy about it. She did have a very serious boyfriend named Jeff. They met senior year at NYU. Angela broke up with him four years into their relationship because she wanted more, something better. Or rather, someone better. Now that she’s still single she kind of regrets it.

Angela has quite a few close friends in New York. Most are married but some are also single. When Angela and her friends talk about their love lives, she often brings up the boy she sort of dated in high school, Jordan Catalano. She recounts to them how he was the hottest guy she’s ever seen in real life. To this day she’s never seen someone so attractive. Jordan was perfect. He had gorgeous eyes, gorgeous hair, gorgeous everything! “We know, we know! You tell us all the time, Angela!” her friends yell at her. But like who wouldn’t brag about sort of dating Jordan Catalano? “Did I mention I used to skip class to make out with him in the boiler room at my high school?” Angela chimes in. “Yes! We’ve heard about that a million times!” her friends chastise her. But Angela doesn’t care. Making out with Jordan Catalano was perhaps a highlight of her life. She talks all about it in the semi-autobiographical novel she wrote from 2004-2006. A printed out copy of the manuscript is sitting in a box at the bottom of her closet in her apartment. She’ll do something with it one day.

Every now and then when she’s drunk, Angela Googles Jordan. There’s not much on the internet about him. Obviously, Jordan Catalano’s not on Facebook. As far as she can decipher, he still lives in the Pittsburgh area and he’s not married. In 2007, Angela found Jordan’s band’s website (not Frozen Embryos, a new one). It was a badly designed site that was made on Geocities. Angela noticed the band was playing a gig at a bar the day after Christmas in Pittsburgh. Since she was home visiting her family, she went. The bar was nearly empty. It was kind of sad. When the band took the stage, Angela was surprised by what she saw. Jordan didn’t look as hot as he used to, nor did his voice sound as good. She immediately left in order to keep alive the almost mystical idea of Jordan Catalano. Angela assumes the band broke up since their site hasn’t been updated in almost two years. She figures Jordan probably started a new one. He really did only ever love his music. And his car.

Angela still talks to Sharon Cherski. Or more accurately, follows her life as a wife and mother on Facebook. Occasionally she comments on Sharon’s photos of her two kids with a “They look just like you!” or “too cute!” Angela sent gifts when both babies were born. She and the whole Chase family went to Sharon’s wedding in 2005. Sharon married some guy she met while at Penn State. He’s not Kyle, but he might as well be.

Patty, Angela’s mom, constantly asks her when she’s going to give her grandchildren like Sharon gave her mother, Camille. Angela usually hangs up the phone when her mom says things like that. Two minutes later, Graham, Angela’s dad, calls back and says Patty was just being Patty. They love Angela and are proud of everything she’s accomplished as an adult. Then he gives her a pep talk. Angela should keep working hard at her job, doing the things she loves to do. She’ll find the right guy eventually and he’ll be wonderful. But really, there’s no rush to settle down and start a family of her own just yet. Let it take its course naturally. Although in their minds, Patty and Graham think that if that never happens for Angela, they fortunately have Danielle. She’s 28 now and has been dating the same guy for five years. They’re probably going to get engaged soon. Possibly this holiday season. Angela is dreading that day.

Rickie Vasquez has been a constant in Angela’s life since the 10^th grade. They both moved to New York for college and even lived with one another in Williamsburg right after graduation. Rickie followed his mentor Mr. Katimski’s footsteps and became a high school English teacher in the Bronx. He’s amazing at his job and is currently the academic advisor for the drama club and the photography club. This past summer, Rickie married his longtime partner, James, in a small ceremony in upstate New York. Angela gave a speech. She talked about how much she’s learned from Rickie over the course of their 16 year friendship and how extremely important he is to her. Angela was truly happy for her best friend. However, in the back of her head was also like, “Ugh. Another one bites the dust. Why am I still single?”

Brian Krakow is a cardiologist in Chicago. He went to Northwestern for both undergrad and med school. If Angela had wanted him to, he would have gone to Columbia or somewhere else in New York. But each time, Angela told him not to do that. Brian needed to go to where he wanted to go and should not make any decisions just for her. Whenever they’re in the same place, Angela and Brian hang out. They’ve had sex on a few drunken occasions. Mostly when they’re together they just cuddle. It’s familiar. Often after disastrous dates, Angela will go on Gchat to see if Brian’s online. If he is, she IMs him. They chat. After a few minutes of talking, Angela realizes that Brian would be a great husband. Probably just an okay father. At this point, it’s like, whatever. But then Brian always says something annoying and Angela grows agitated with him. Ew, how could she ever think of making a life with Brian Krakow? She’s not that desperate. Gross. Brian makes a lot of money and dates here and there. But the truth is, work is all he really has time for. Undoubtedly, Brian would move to New York the second Angela said the magic word.

Rayanne Graff went MIA after high school. Rickie’s Facebook friends with her. Angela, on the other hand, won’t request her and Rayanne’s never added her either. However, it doesn’t really matter because she never updates anyway. From what they can gather from her vague profile, Rayanne’s moved around a lot. She’s had stints in New Orleans, Atlanta, Nashville and Philadelphia. Currently she’s living on a houseboat in South Florida. What Angela and Rickie don’t know is that Rayanne’s been clean for four years, her longest stretch ever, and has recently started singing again at open mic nights. She thinks about her old friends a lot. Rayanne saw the pictures from Rickie’s wedding on Facebook and was sad she wasn’t there. Many times she’s considered sending Angela a message but has never gone through with it.

As for Tino, no one’s heard from him in years.

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