"May, I am not a victim of girls!" "I don't wear makeup, Dobie." "For you I'd be willing to be a victim." "May," Zelda said, just after giving Dobie ... dirty look, "I'm not talking about those kinds of girl things." "Let's see," May said, raising her big brown eyes to think, "Hair chemicals, face chemicals, hand chemicals, foot chemicals, arm-" "May! I know the list! I'm a girl, remember?!" "Oh, yeah. I, like, forget sometimes you're a girl." "I wish I could forget." Dobie added. "I'm being. That is until the end of the night.It was about 2am and the place was closing down, all the bands were packing up and the bar was closing; everyone was leaving through the big gate. Some, however, were staying behind to talk to friends or just hang around drinking.I was standing next to the band tent when my old school pal walked over, we shook hands and within seconds were laughing about good old times, that is until he saw an old friend/lover. He walked over to her and I followed, seeing that. Neil tried time and again to get his boss to fire Karen from the company, claiming Karen wasn't needed by the company, but the boss knew Karen was a hard worker and needed at the company. Neil had been having some difficulties at home and decided to stay a hotel for a few nights. One particular night would turn in his favor however as he glanced out his window to the hotel across the street to see his work rival Karen prancing around in women's clothes. Karen had accidently left the curtains. With my hand bleeding, and out of breath, I asked where the impending danger was lurking. Looking sheepishly at me, Sandy said she had dropped the tissues down the hole.On many occasions, we had laughed about that story. As you grow older, you realize how important those little events are in forming a relationship that will hopefully stand the test of time. I would often tell Sandy, that if she were ever cloned, I would know how to find out which one was her. She would be the only one able to.