meet up group.
the Early Onset of Dementia Meet Up.
they meet every tuesday in an
abandoned building
near the mall.
there's a dj and dancing.
he says it's fun. no one remembers
their name,
or why they came.
people are losing their
keys,
and unable to find their cars.
or remember
if they've had dinner or not.
you should come, he says.
you're memory is slipping like
mine is,
right?
yeah. i say, sometimes it is.
just yesterday
i put my wallet
in the fridge
and the milk under the sink.
i couldn't remember
my password to Linkedin.
see,
that's what i'm talking about.
you'll fit right in.
and there's some really cute
women there too.
sometimes they think they're
still married
and other times they don't.
and get this,
they don't remember you from
week to week
so it's like
groundhog day with them.
so if you say something stupid,
or make an
inappropriate move,
they don't remember it
and you start all over the next
week.
okay. sounds. great.
what time does it start.
ummm. not sure. seven, maybe.
i think.
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