ErinSlick's StoriesI'm just a girl. Who works for a large online media company. Who is a well-versed social media professional. I take pictures. I like cupcakes. I write stuff. That's about it. 2007-06-22T22:06:17Zhttp://ficlets.com/feeds/author/erinslickErin Go Braugh<p>It was Lexie’s genius idea. And I’m using the word “genius” loosely, let me tell you.</p>
<p>It was St. Patrick’s Day and we were decked out. That afternoon’s trip to Michaels for accouterments yielded glitter shamrock stickers, lots of ribbon in various shades of green, and several tubes of green glitter glue. By the time we were done getting ready, we looked like the Irish glitter fairy threw up all over us.</p>
<p>We headed to the bar, paid our entry fee and waited for the band to start. Lexie went to the bar to get us drinks. She stood there for a bit talking to a group of guys. She pointed at our table and kept on talking. Par for the course when you’re out with Lexie. Pretty soon, guys were coming up to me and handing me beers. Random strangers were buying me drinks, handing them to me and then walking away. It was strange.</p>
<p>After about two hours of said behavior, in my drunken stupor, I finally asked why they were buying me yummy beer.</p>
<p>“Well we heard tonight you’re ‘Erin Go Braugh-less.’”</p>
<p>Fantastic.</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/4432007-03-15T15:22:44Z2007-06-22T22:06:17ZErinSlickhttp://ficlets.com/authors/erinslickAn Uncomfortable Pasta Dinner<p>“Does this smell OK to you?” She asked him. She didn’t really want his opinion, but asking him seemed like the right thing to do.</p>
<p>“Yeah, it smells really good, actually. I’m starving.”</p>
<p>The awkwardness hung between them like a dense fog. It had been years since she had seen him last. He reappeared on her doorstep as mysteriously as he had disappeared. She didn’t dare ask for an explanation. She was afraid of what he would say.</p>
<p>When tragedy strikes, life’s daily grind pushes on. The bed gets made. The car gets washed. The dry-cleaning gets picked up. The mundane tasks of our everyday existence beg to be continued. Tragedy is no excuse. You have to keep going.</p>
<p>As she set down the bowl of pasta, she wondered how it would start. They’d have to discuss where he’s been. There is entirely too much history between them to just pretend it didn’t happen. Rip off the bandage, she thought to herself. Just do it.</p>
<p>“So,” she said. She surveyed his blue eyes for any sign of the truth. “Did you join the circus?”</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/1422007-03-13T20:18:53Z2007-07-04T01:18:07ZErinSlickhttp://ficlets.com/authors/erinslick