I took mushrooms at a party last week.
I have no idea what possessed me.
Let’s rewind.
It was the kind of party that comes with weeks of anticipation.
The kind of party where, when the invitation lands, you feel absurdly flattered.
You know you’ll meet interesting people, you’re excited you’re going with a group of friends, and—you don’t tell anyone, but—you’re not unhappy your husband is out of town.