My friend Amber calls and asks me if I'm in the O because she's stopping by before she heads to NY to persue her dreams. Of course my timings always good because I'm not there, actually I'm four hours away in South Fla.
She gets mad but says she'll be in South Fla the next day. I say cool. See you for lunch.
Next Day..lunch time arrives. No call. I think nothing of it. I'm used to my friends last minute actions and their used to mine so it evens out.
Around 8pm I get a call. My friend Ream from the O calls and asks if I'm ready.
"For what?" I ask.
"The club!" she says as if we had some prearrangements that I was supposed to know about.
"No...I'm at the hair salon with my cuz" I say.
"Well I'm coming to you because Am told me that's we're going to the club and I rented a car to drive all the way to South Fla so I'm about to club tonight."
"How did you know I was in Miami?"
"Am duh. When did you talk to her?" I ask. And what happened to lunch?
"Yesterday, but I haven't heard from her all day. We're supposed to be clubbing before she leaves."
"But Ream...umm...I'm not partying, I was supposed to have lunch but no one called."
"What? Unh uh, Roxy don't tell me that"
"What....agggh. Fine."
I end up giving in and telling her I'll be ready in a few.
I didn't pack any club clothes whatsoever so I make up and outfit and head out the door.
Ream's waiting there pissed because we hadn't hear from Am all day and I have to laugh. We're some disorganized people for real.
We pick up De and head to Ha.r.d Roc.k. (again) This time into a club.
I bring the Jui.c.y Pur.s.e that I was smoking rocks when I bought.
We get in line.
It rains. I hand the purse to Ream because she was the only one furthest in line to be under the shade. We still hadn't heard from Am all day.
Matter of fact. We thought something might have happened to her. But knowing her, it was some crazy reason that we hadn't heard from her 20 hours straight.
Finally. We see her.
Her phone has been dead and she forgot her charger. Ha.
Her boyfriends buys us shots and everything's a blurr....
I dance a little more... De loves when I'm drunk she says I'm more fun... My jams keep coming on... Am's man buys us more shots... I see my ex from high-school in the distance...I pull my hat down, lol. We walk into another section of the club and security pulls my hat and says it's fly. I flash a drunken smile. Am's man starts asking for my hat. I tell him $20 dollars at A.ldo. He laughs. I bid Am farewell. Ream drops me home and I crawl upstairs and dream drunken dreams.
I wake up to my cuz fussing about why I didn't answer my phone this morning. I look. My phone is gone.
I call and call and Finally. Ream answers the phone. Left it in the rent a car. Yessssss so it isn't lost forever.
3 comments:
now you know u can't handle your alcohol...and did u really drive to O just for clubbin and then drive back to Mia?... I mean... I would think the scene down there would be far better than anything we have here in O...
sounds like one heck of a night. For some reason when ever drinking happens there is some funny story to tell the next day
@ Desy. Ooooohhh no no no no no (who does that remind you of?) no. Mad typos in this blog, lol. All this occured in Miami Hard Rock Hollywood Casino is in South Fla. Ream 'n "Amber" (lol) drove down from O town. that's why Ream wanted to party so bad because she rented a car to drive to South Fla. Please I didn't come back home til the laaast minute.
@Dessex
Lol, it was something else...the bits of it I can remember. After the drinks everything just merges together...I know I had fun though.
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