Laughing With My Nemesis - by Holly Solem
My friends and I dressed as The Heathers, from the 1989 cult-classic movie of the same name, starring Winona Ryder and Christian Slater. (Nine years prior, my boyfriend of the time cheated on me with Winona Ryder. I found out by opening a tabloid magazine at a nail salon and seeing them holding hands. The fact that I dressed as her on this Halloween is testament to how we as humans are capable of moving on.) We wore pleated schoolgirl skirts, button up shirts, blazers and carried croquet mallets. I had a wig on, a brown bob covering my boyish crop, an unintended result of over-bleaching my hair.
The night began at Soho House, in West Hollywood. It was their annual Halloween party. We sat in the garden, smoking, drinking champagne, and rubbernecking the crowd, a group of single girls on the prowl.
I made eye contact with a movie star. A real pretty boy, from the same place as me, Minnesota. I knew this about him, because he was famous. He did not know this about me, but he came over to …
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