Sunday marked my annual appointment where I cosplay as a pick me girl, chugging beers and eating wings all day pretending to give a fuck about the drag, the THE-AY-TRE, that is the Super Bowl. While rooting for The Chiefs (my husband is from KC don’t be mad) turned out to be a fool’s errand, I was thrilled to have a party to go to and a cute outfit that…
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