We were at Lucky 7, our favorite little bar in downtown Jersey City, and Natalie was shouting above the loud music.
"Cool!" I shouted back.
"Would you want to DJ?"
"Huh?"
"WOULD YOU BE THE DJ AT MY BIRTHDAY PARTY?" She smiled brightly.
"Are you SERIOUS?"
"Yes."
"HERE?"
"Yes!"
A million wild thoughts raced through my vodka-soaked mind—questions and fears, desires and insecurities, all tangled up like the strings of lights haphazardly hung from the ceiling above our heads. I…