“You should come to the Beca Ball†Sam insisted in that demanding, almost pleading way he has about him. I rolled my eyes. “It will be fun, and you can have us over for drinks beforehandâ€.
“Oh, all right.†I conceded reluctantly. “I suppose I could convince a guy to dress up in drag…â€
“Or you could invite Theresa, I’m sure she’d love to comeâ€.
Thus began many weeks’ worth of cajoling before Sam could convince me not only to buy tickets to my work ball, but to ask Theresa (a mutual friend) to come along as my “date†and to have everyone over to my place for drinks beforehand.