“You are not stupid.” Bee smacks me on the arm, using the hand holding her martini, which sloshes over the rim and onto me. “This Mark person is the dumbass in your situation.”

“Mark sounds like a Chad,” Dolly agrees. She changed into the original red dress before we left the theater.

I frown into my glass. “Who’s Chad?”

Bee waves a hand. “You know. Wears excessive amounts of cheap body spray, thinks only of himself, gives off a big ‘I look cool in fedoras’ energy.”

I nod. “That’s scarily accurate.” I eyeball the fish swimming lazily around in the tank suspended above the weathered dark wood bar.

We’re at Moby Dick’s, a nautical-themed gay bar. We’re sitting all in a row, me, Bee, Fifi, and Dolly.

“Mark isn’t the problem. I’m the problem. I don’t know what to do with my life and I keep trying to fit myself in places I don’t belong.”

And I miss Alex. When I allow myself to think about him.

Fifi rolls her eyes. “You’re like what, twelve? You’re a baby. You have all the time in the world.”

I snort into my glass. “Yep. All the time in the world.”

“Why is that funny?” Dolly asks.

“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Try us,” Fifi encourages.

“Fine.” What pops out of my mouth next can only be blamed on the martinis. And maybe the fact that I’m lonely. Even though I’ve been hanging out with Dolly and Bee and Fifi for a while now, living this Monday over and over is a solitary adventure. So I tell the truth, if only to feel less isolated for a brief moment. “I’m living the same day over and over again.”

Bee pops a cherry in her mouth from her martini and chews slowly before pointing the stem at me. “Baby, that’s my whole life.”

“No, I mean literally. I’m reliving this same day over and over. Every day I wake up to that song, the sprinkle me one.” I turn to Dolly. “Why do you do that anyway?”

Dolly purses bright red lips at me. “You just told us you’re living the same day over and over and this is what you’re concerned with? My musical choices?”

“I know it sounds delusional, but didn’t you think it was weird I happened to have a half-man, half-woman costume lying around?”

Dolly shrugs. “This is San Francisco.”

“True. But the fact that I had one that fits you?”

“That is implausible. However, this city has more drag queens per capita than any other part of the world. So not impossible.” She shrugs.

I frown. “So you don’t believe me?”