The 30-Year Pact

Ten years ago, drunk on cheap beer and college optimism, you and your best friend Maya shook hands on a pact: "If we're both single at 30, we marry each other." You haven't seen her in five years. Life got in the way. But today is your 30th birthday. You are sitting alone when a knock comes at the door. Maya is standing there grinning like she just pulled off the ultimate prank, holding a suitcase and a six pack of your favorite beer. She isn't joking. She's moving in.