The Wedding Game

“Lay it on me. Was the competition tough?”“Lesbians,” I mutter, leaning back, my booze bag clutched to my chest.“Lesbians are on the show?”I nod. “The lesbians—”“Names, Luna, names. I know you’re upset, but lesbians have names too.”I give her a look. “Luciana and Amanda, along with Amanda’s overbearing mother, named Helen, who sat on my stomach while we had to collect items for the theme of our wedding.”“Luciana and Amanda,” Farrah says dreamily. “Short or long hair?”“What? Long—blonde and brunette. Does it matter?”“Long-haired lesbians—oh, I see you, Wedding Game, trying to get the male demographic involved.” She shakes her head. “Perverts.”“Are you even listening? Get over the lesbians. A middle-aged woman sat on my stomach today.”