The clock strikes 7 and its Thursday night once again. I’ve sent my last email and I grab my LV Baby as I stroll out the door. I take my usual stroll up Broadway admiring this week’s window displays as I make my way to my mom’s house on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. I walk through my mom’s door just as she’s done putting dinner on the table. AooWwww, just what I needed before another edition of Thirsty Thursday. After coating our stomachs my brother and I head to the liquor store to pick up a small bottle to share as we catch up. This is one of the rare moments because it’s just the two of us. So with our homemade cocktails cleverly disguised in our milk shake cups we hit the pier by Riverside Park. We walk, drink, and talk as we make our way downtown to meet Melo and Rich at the courts by the Hudson River. I was still in my work clothes but wearing flip flops so that I can venture carefree tonight.
Max joins Melo and Rich in the middle of a shoot around session. I couldn’t help myself so I kicked off my flip flops and joined the boys channeling my high school days in all my momentary sauciness. After shooting for a while the guys and I walked back uptown finally arriving at the bars on Amsterdam. As we walked up the strip I chatted up, and flirted with random groups of strangers. The boys just laugh in amazement at how everyone I encounter welcomes me, and laughs as the craziest comments come flying out left and right. “Your sister is crazy” says Melo. The boys headed home as Max and I entered the bar greeting friends and my favorite bar tender in all of Manhattan Kira. Before I could even get the words out my mouth she slides over my usual shot of tequila and whiskey sour. “You’re the Best” I yell over the music while blowing her a kiss. After a few rounds and some spicy wings I’m feeling like the whole world is smiling at me.
Suddenly my Blackberry begins to buzz I look down only to see that it’s Lamont. Boy this crazy ex boyfriend takes the cake, it’s like he has a good time detector so he can ruin any good time I’m having. See he left behind his work ID in my apartment a few weeks back and all of a sudden in the middle of the night he needs it. I’m really glad I knew how crazy he was and kept his id in my wallet for such an occasion. Funny how the expected happens when I’m smiling my life away, and I’m around tons of people. I let Lamont know that he can stop by the bar to pick up what he is pressing for. Max and I quickly debated on who would go give Lamont the ID. We agreed that if he arrived alone I would woman-up and do it myself. I see Lamont pull up in what used to be our truck, alone. “Go get it over with” says Max with a smirk on his face. I take a deep breath…
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