Whenever my friends and I go out for a night of drinking, we always take photos throughout the night. Mostly, we forget about these photos for a few days after and then go through them and laugh at our hilariousness (actually our messiness). As a courtesy of our friendship, we usually delete unflattering photos or keep them to laugh at secretly together.
So you and your ex divided friends and gave back clothes and wished to never see each other again. Then, oh-oh, suddenly you’re in the same club. Terror. Is it a bad dream? Should I leave? Wait, I’m not leaving. They should be the one to leave. Let’s just pretend they don’t exist and we didn’t notice them but secretly try to show them up. Arrrghh.