Always the life of the party

Witness the following e-mail exchange I had with my best friend from high school, who now lives in another city.

Best friend: “I have the most funniest story in almost forever. I look like a complete whore, but those days are behind me.”

Me: “You look like a bigger whore than I did when I was standing on the side of the street waiting for my friend to pick me up from shacking on New Year’s Eve? I’m impressed.”

Best friend: “Actually, no.”

I am conflicted, as I feel both shockingly bad that I out-whored her but still surprisingly proud that I beat her at something.

I am so odd.