When you're forced to go out
“Damn what a day…Darrell almost died…then Josh popped up? What the hell was that? Netflix marathon and ugly sweat pants are calling my name after this traumatizing day.” I say to myself as deep scrub my face clean.
(POUND POUND) “Emma what the hell?? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you!” Shit Amber…I haven’t radio silence her since the day we were both in college and I slept with the obsessed video gamer we called robot Robbie. Robbie was not much of a ladies man the complete opposite…poor hygiene, Cheetos stains from his mouth to his clothes, while being glued to any kind of gaming system. Robbie was the kind of guy you knew only had one kind of sexual experience, which was with his hand…and then me. One drunken night, I single and ready to mingle Emma was out from a night of drinking with the girls when I walked into the “hang out lounge” on campus that was filled with cheap couches, a TV, one game system and vending machine filled with any kind of munchie cravings your drunken heart desired. I remember I stumbled over to the vending machine looking for some kind of carb to absorb my drunkenness and then spotting robot Robbie sitting in front of the TV playing some kind of battle game. I can’t remember exactly how the conversation went but apparently it was enough for me to get laid by Robbie. I remember waking up that next morning feeling as if a train had hit me with a horrible death smell lingering in the dorm room. I slowly peeled each one of my eyes open to a dorm room that was not mine, it was ROBOT ROBBIE!!!! After that night I ignored Amber for weeks because I knew I couldn’t keep my drunken sleepover with Robbie a secret and how badly Amber was going to make fun of me once I told her what I had done that night.
“Hey! What are you doing over here? Sorry, I didn’t have a chance to text you, I’ve had a day you won’t believe.” I say as Amber stands in the doorway of my bathroom looking annoyed with each word that left my mouth. “You okay, you seem annoyed?” Before I asked another question, Amber popped off like a tea kettle filled with hot steam. “First you suck at texting me lately, second I need a break from the kids and the husband. I haven’t put an ounce of make-up on my face for the last week and I’m going on day eight of messy bun. I’m going crazy I can’t even go to the bathroom without one of the kids sitting by the door asking how much longer I’m going to be. The other night I locked myself in my closet with a glass of wine reading a magazine I just wanted 15 minutes to myself without anyone screaming “MOMMY MOMMY!” As soon as Michael came home, I zoomed out of the house and headed over here, because we are going out, this mom needs a night out.” I stood still wearing my bathroom robe looking back at Amber thinking maybe she wins for having the shitty day. I’ve only seen Amber get this way a few times our friendship so I knew when she got like this it was serious. “Okay just let me change and we can go wherever you want to go, I mean I could use a cocktail after seeing Josh today.” Amber’s eyes suddenly grew with concern as her mouth opened in shock, “wait what?? You saw Josh? When? How? What that?” I stumbled around my room finding something to throw on to wear while telling Amber the short version of my run in with Josh I had at the hospital. “I can’t believe that son of a bitch didn’t even try calling or texting you!” After a good thirty minutes hanging out in my room discussing how Josh pulled a dick move and meeting up with him for dinner anytime soon was an awful idea, we finally call up an Uber to begin our girls night out.
As we sit in the back seat of our Uber ride I couldn’t help but notice Amber’s phone lighting up repeatedly and seeing her hitting the ignore option, I try to take a peek, “What?” Amber says while giving me a question looking expression. “Who’s call are you ignoring? Are you and Michael okay?”
“It’s not Michael, It's one my friends I know through the kid's school, I mention I was going out tonight and now she won’t stop hitting up my phone, would you care if invited her? She’s cool, plus I know she could use a night out as I much as I do?” I wasn’t thrilled for a third wheel to tag along that was one of Amber’s friends that were also a mom. I was worried the girls night out would turn into a night filled with talking about their kids and PTA meetings. “Emma I know what you’re thinking, I promise it won’t turn into mom talk okay? The girl has four kids and hasn’t been laid by her husband in months; the girl needs a damn drink.” I roll my eyes then cave in to letting her friend join us. Amber kept reassuring me that her friend probably won’t last more than an hour and there was nothing to worry about.
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