(Part one)
Labor Day weekend, 2009
I collapse onto a couch in a Miami club next to my friend. The combination of alcohol and my first hookah has made me dizzy, but I don't want to stop dancing. I'll take a break just for one song. She and I slump together in our matching corsets and I watch my best friend shimmy and undulate on the dance floor. A woman we've never met before slinks up to Kim and dances close to her, practically drooling over my best friend. Is it just the alcohol? Why do I feel jealous? And, wait, why do I feel that if I have one more vodka and cranberry that I think I may kiss Kim? I'm married and straight…aren't I?
This article appears in Jul 7-13, 2011.