It is Saturday night and Blacktress is more than happy to spend it gabbing with her girlfriend Iyanla on the phone, while playing Virtual Catch-up: the ritual of perusing the Facebook pages of old friends from back home in lieu of ever actually calling them.
“Why would I ever call these people? This is far more entertaining.” Blacktress says while scrolling through wedding photos of a girl she never much cared for in middle school. “Terrible color scheme,” she notes.
“And they’re all married back home,” Iyanla bemoans. “Every. Single. One. By twenty- five. And they all have two kids. In LA we have two roommates, maybe. But home everyone’s got two goofy-ass kids.”
“I know, what’s up with that?”
“They grew up.” “We moved to Never Never Land where everyone still has dreams.”