When we went to the Vu Thursday night, Laura, Amanda and I sneaked by the underage-drinking-Nazis because Caren knew Dorothy, a girl that works there.
When our waitress came up to us she asked, “Are you friends of Dorothy?”
After a split-second glance at Craig I said, “Yeah, we are disco dancing, cake walking, Oscar Wilde reading, friends of Dorothy.” You see, I had not been introduced yet, and so I thought she was referring to our ‘mo status. We were all embarrassed for me.
Clueless is the pinnacle of Western society.