I remember...... the full swing party at Super Fly last Saturday night. We were still friends then. We were given' it large - shakin' it hard, playin' the crowd and showin' everybody how a party ought to be done.
I remember......the free booze bein' passed around, the jacked ciggies. :) We were dancin', bouncin', shakin', laughin'. I thought I saw half-a-dozen cocktails and some shooters on our table. Ahhh, special delivery.
I remember......moving to Spice Club as planned. Somebody grabbed me from behind, so I turned around and screamed, "hey," my right hand in mid-air, a few inches away from that guy's face. Do you remember? It's a good thing he was someone I know, a friend of mine actually, so he was saved (from being slapped) in the last minute.
So, we were partying our silly selves, shakin' it hard and 'hotly' grinding to the beat. It was fun, I have to say. I confess, we added a few drops (or maybe a few shoots, I must say) of vodka to your margarita, but it was all done in good fun. It wasn't meant to harm you or drive you over the edge.
Then the tantrum started. Must have been the margarita or the vodka in the margarita, or the rounds we had at Superfly, but you started bein' agressive, in that offensive tone of voice. I smiled while quickly putting-on my diplomatic colors. But you got even more difficult and bitchier by the minute.
I was too nice that night. That's why someone jumped-in and said a word to you about treating friends, etc, etc. I feel a little guilty though. I shouldn't have put my friends on the spot, in order to defend me. It was my job to stand-up for myself. You were wrong to treat me like that though and I'm grateful to my friend for sticking-up with me. That was nice of him.
This is the story of how I lost my other bestfriend. :(
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