today i had the usual gossip/catchup with 2 of my 3 friends today with blake and elena. i wore this adorable striped little tunic dress and these cheetah heels my mom just gifted me (shoe cam at the end). blake tells us about her wedding plans for next year and i gush over it as if it was my own. seeing that one of my closest friends is about to get married feels like a dream. we met in middle school, and i can’t seem to fathom how has time passed us by and this is all really happening. i take in her excitement and study every detail she shares. i dream of being married to the right person like her and her ring is to die for!! i wish blake the best always. elena is a nurse and she always has the wildest stories to tell, i personally eat it up because i could never imagine being in such a high stress position with such odd hours. it’s really something you have to be passionate about and i can see she is. she had just worked a twelve hour shift the night before and she had gotten only a few hours of sleep before seeing us. i honestly admire her drive to be there for this girls brunch. after a few bellinis, i tell them about my ex and they surprisingly don’t groan when they hear that i hooked up with him. i feel a wave of relief as i was ready to hear some lecture about how he set boundaries and we’re just “friends” and he’s playing me, you know the works. so, i show them his youtube video he sent me and made jokes instead of revealing the fact that i watched the entire thing, making my own critiques because i know he’s gonna ask me the next time i see him. we giggle as our checks come to the table. three bellinis, a beautifully crisp prosecco, and a wonderful breakfast all coming down to a fat sixty bucks. can i afford it? probably not, but i give the server my card anyway, with a tip of course.
now i’m home, tipsy and a little high after having a joint and i’m itching for another plan. this always happens when i drink. i’m talking no sleep, bus, club, another club, plane bitch! but i’m left in my childhood bedroom and thinking about texting him, asking him if he wants to see me. he goes to church and i’m sure he doesn’t want me to be a stupid mess in front of him. i sort of get ravenous when i drink. i’m like if jennifer check never got stabbed by needy and she just let her eat an entire school full of boys. i think i hate that part of myself, the part that has no impulse control when it comes to men, like girl get it together AND FAST! but i’ll be the one to say it, male validation (not all, just from the one i want) makes me happy! fuck! it means nothing at the end of the day and really, that shit is fleeting. i’m just on his radar because he doesn’t have his ex-girlfriend. so instead of texting those i shouldn’t, i’ll smoke another joint, have a snack, put on Girlfriends, and call it a day. i will not let a man win today. but if he texts me i really don’t know what to tell you guys sorry!! i didn’t say i was strong!
i really wrote this to say i had a wonderful time with my friends and it feels like i’m living the real life SATC. moments like these are what younger me dreamed about. i love my girls, i love screaming about my ex, i love joints and prosecco! (and i wish there was an afters though).
what’s your favorite thing to get when you go to brunch? go-to drink? i wanna know!! let me know, love you!!! <3
Those shoes are so cute! And I’m happy you had such a great time with friends 🫶