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" Around 10:00 last night, Sarah texted Jenna to say she was held up and wouldn&amp;#039;t be able to make it. Jane and I shared an eye roll.  &amp;quot;So have either of you talked to her?&amp;quot; Jenna asked us.  I shook my head. &amp;quot;I tried,&amp;quot; Jane said. &amp;quot;We made plans a couple of times, and she flaked both times. I gave up. Whatever, if she wants to throw away years of friendship, that&amp;#039;s her deal. I&amp;#039;m sick of trying.&amp;quot; Jenna shrugged and suggested we dance. Jane and I were happy to oblige. Some guy kept trying to dance with Jenna, and she told him he was &amp;quot;grinding up the wrong tree.&amp;quot; Ha! I&amp;#039;ve never understood why guys think it&amp;#039;s okay to just dance up to you in a club and start dry-humping you from behind. If someone did that to you while you were walking down the street, you&amp;#039;d probably knee them in the balls. But if Lady Gaga is pumping? Oh, that&amp;#039;s fine. By all means, rub your junk all over my butt. After Jenna got rid of her dance suitor, she told us it was &amp;quot;impenetrable dance wall time&amp;quot; and instructed us to move in closer and form a tight circle.  After about an hour, we got tired and returned to our table. And that&amp;#039;s when Jane started yawning like crazy. &amp;quot;Stop it,&amp;quot; Jenna said. &amp;quot;There is no yawning on Girls Night Out.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I can&amp;#039;t help it,&amp;quot; Jane said with a yawn.  &amp;quot;Did you take a nap today like I told you to?&amp;quot; Jenna asked. &amp;quot;I couldn&amp;#039;t.&amp;quot; Jenna seemed bummed, but told Jane to go home. Before Jane left, we made dinner plans for early next week.  &amp;quot;So this is what it&amp;#039;s like now?&amp;quot; Jenna asked after Jane left. &amp;quot;Sarah&amp;#039;s out of the picture, and Jane&amp;#039;s always too tired or busy to go out?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Pretty much,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Hm. Maybe I do want to stay in Austin.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No. Stay here.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;The thing is, I have friends in Austin,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;Gay and lesbian friends, which I don&amp;#039;t have a lot of here. I feel like I have a community there. And this job? I can&amp;#039;t do wedding planning, K. I mean, I&amp;#039;m not even allowed to get married in most places. Doing it for a living makes me feel like a traitor to myself, you know? I mean, fine, I can do it for a month. But I can&amp;#039;t do it on a permanent basis.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;So why are you even considering moving here, then?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Because I&amp;#039;m homesick,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;I like Austin, and I love the people, but it doesn&amp;#039;t feel like home.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;So move back here, get a job that doesn&amp;#039;t involve wedding planning, and make some new friends.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You make it sound so easy,&amp;quot; she said, laughing. &amp;quot;It is.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ll think about it.&amp;quot; Jenna caught the yawning bug shortly after midnight, and I made fun of her on Jane&amp;#039;s behalf. It would be so awesome if Jenna moved back here permanently. But if she doesn&amp;#039;t, I&amp;#039;m definitely going to make the most of the time she&amp;#039;s here. In fact, I&amp;#039;m heading out right now to meet her and Ben for a drink. I&amp;#039;m so excited for them to finally meet each other! "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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