Going out-out, we always hoped the night would be one for the books, but we were too quick to write off our girlish pregame paradise, as if it only served as the prequel to social functions involving men. But in my book, let the record show that I think we had it backward. The moments we supported each other when we were barely getting by are the memories I cherish more than the parties that came and went. They may have wanted us to believe we were just the opener, but all this time, maybe we were the main event.
