I was still smiling the following Tuesday when I walked in Bite Me! for our weekly girls’ night. In California, girls’ night was a reason to get dressed up in your sexiest outfit and go to a club with your most famous acquaintances so you could be seen. In Winterville, New York, a small town outside Buffalo, girls’ night was a chance to hang out with friends and eat cupcakes, something never done in Hollywood, and talk about everything.
I liked the Winterville version a lot better.
I didn’t feel bad about myself with my friends. It didn’t matter that I was a size eighteen and not a size two. It didn’t matter if I ate two cupcakes or four. What did matter was that I had fun every single week.
Suburbia was sucking me back in.
I thanked Charlie Sullivan, owner of Bite Me! and Abby’s siste
