I had long since gotten over her—ever since she started dating Brad Pitt, I was fine—and had worked out exactly how long to look at her without it being awkward, but still, to be confronted by Jennifer Aniston was devastating. And I was confused. “How can you tell?” I said. I never worked drunk. “I’ve been trying to hide it.…” “We can smell it,” she said, in a kind of weird but loving way, and the plural “we” hit me like a sledgehammer.
