“Uh, right. Woman.” He looked at me like he didn’t remember my name, either. “You’re in college, right?”
“I just finished my first year of med school at Tufts,” I said. “I’m working on my DVM.”
He blinked. “Isn’t that motor vehicles?”
“Doctor of Veterinary Medicine.”
“No s**t?”
We danced, and the photographer wove his way around the room snapping pictures with every step.
“I think Ben and the black chick—what’s her name?”
“Jally,” I said. “It’s short for Jalaypina.” He didn’t seem to get that, either.
“Yeah, whatever. I think they hooked up last night.”
“Really?” I didn’t tell him I thought they were heading for the great horizontal, too.
“Yeah. Now Chas, he wouldn’t’ve done that.”
“Well, last night, no,” I said. “I mean, it’s traditional that the bride and groom don’t see each
