By a fortunate turn of events, I have reached my goal of finishing the first chapter by the end of the week, and it's not even the end of the week! Congratulate me! I've made my way -- or Allie has made her way, I should say -- to the dread Nana Funk's for post-reception drinks. It wasn't her choice.
This brings me to another point: I'm having a hard time thinking of names to change everything to. Although this story isn't true, a lot of the places and people are real. Some name changes come easily, but some are just really impossible. Like Nana Funk's. It seems like I'm running into this situation pretty frequently, and I keep telling myself I can go back and change these things later, so I guess that's what I'll do. Now that I think about it, coming up with an appropriate name for the sweatiest, grindiest place in Birmingham might actually be kind of fun.
I've solved my male character problem, by the way, so you can all sleep again! I've pretty much lumped together 3 to 4 guys that I've been friends with over the years into one big guy-friend amalgamation called Sam. He's pretty awesome, and Allie is about to break his heart kind of. Shit's about to get real awkward.
Short post today. Maybe more to come later.
Oh, Nana Funks. No one ever really wants to go there, but it's such a perfect backdrop for broken hearts. It would be hysterical (and maybe slightly realistic) to have Allie leave her debit card there and have to return in the light of day to retrieve it. But, it's not like I would ever know what that was like.
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