Smoothie to the Rescue
I saw B as he left the building with two bottles of coca-cola which can only mean one thing, he’s going out drinking and to have a good time. Meanwhile back at the ranch, I am sitting in my apartment patiently awaiting ladies night on my favorite TV-channel. Not wanting for him to be having a good time while I am stuck at home alone, watching re-runs of Sex and the City, I start to drive myself crazy. I ask myself ‘Where is he going? With who? Why am I just sitting here?’ After three episodes of Sex and the City and one episode of Secret Diary of a Call-Girl, I picked up the phone and called Smoothie. Smoothie is always a dependable source to help me out of a party-funk despite her being B’s sister. I know what you’re thinking but Smoothie and I are total BFFs. Anyway, Smoothie told me that the party is at Touch (one of my fave clubs) So that’s where I am writing you live from the Touch handicap bathroom stall. Let's see where this night goes.