“Is there any way we could talk you in to coming down here instead? We're both having crappy days and don't really feel like coming up there.”
“Oh, is this because Laura lost to Radar the Weather Dog in the fan vote for Bowling Green's favorite TV personality?”
“No, she's having relationship problems and I just don't feel very well.”
“Oh. Well no, come up here anyway, we'll have more fun.”
Two of my friends from high school, Kalena and Laura, were coming up to hang out since it'd been quite a while since I'd seen them. The last time being on Kalena's birthday when we rode around in an obnoxious 'party bus' which was an old firetruck that we stood on while it blasted music to the disdain of everyone on the street. That night Laura had the flu so she literally stood in one spot on the bus with her arms crossed. The only time she moved is when the bus had to stop and everyone went crashing to the floor.
Once they made it up we set out for food because Laura was hungry. The plans were pretty grand in theory. We were gonna meet up with another friend from high school, Ben, go to a baseball game, then head to the casino for a night of gambling. Before though, we thought we'd get some sort of alcohol to have a drink before we go. We made it to Mid City Mall and sent Laura to McDonald's so she could eat her emotions. Kalena and I headed to the liquor store to find something to get the night going.
After lurking in the store for approximately ten minutes we left empty handed because nothing really stood out to us. Also we felt really uncomfortable because the store was the size of a small bedroom and there was no one in there other than us and the cashier. At this point we stood by the car waiting for Laura to return. Cars flew by us on all sides as we stood there. Finally Laura came skulking back with a couple of cheeseburgers. Rather than get in the car and leave though, we stayed in the parking lot because we were waiting for Ben to call so we could go pick him up. There was no point in going back to my house then getting back in the car and leaving and going somewhere else. Well that was my logic anyway. A few minutes passed and we stood in the parking lot as Laura ate her cheeseburgers. Man do I know how to show visitors a good time.
We picked up Ben and headed to the game. On the way Laura explained her relationship woes to the group...
“He only calls me like once a day and when he does we only talk for a few minutes. He doesn't really give me any attention and I feel like he doesn't like me almost. I mean, sometimes I go days without seeing him and it just really bothers me.”
We responded with...
“Well what did he say? Is he mad at you or something?
Then she informed us...
“I haven't talked to him about it.”
And then we said...
“WHAT!? Are you serious? You're laying around crying and being depressed about how bad things are going with your boyfriend, meanwhile he's cruising around Bowling Green thinking everything's solid? That makes no sense.”
She rebutted with...
Nothing. Though, at this point she decided to drop the bomb on us that in the depression of her day, she carelessly forgot to bring her ID with her.
We made it to the game and snuck Laura beer. Oh to be 17 again. At that point though I was buying tickets to movies for friends who couldn't get into the ones rated R. Maybe it was the sun, or maybe it was us, but whatever it was Laura finally started to cheer up. So cheery in fact that she felt that some photo ops needed to happen. She took one of, Kalena, Ben, and me and said 'Oh that's a good one.' Kalena took the camera and her expression read otherwise.
“This is a horrible picture. I look like I'm posing for my senior picture, Ben looks like he's a King being painted, and Jared looks like a hunchback.”
After the game we went back to my place to decide what to do next. 'Just go without me,' Laura insisted on several occasions. She was apparently under the impression that we were in an apocalyptic movie and she was performing a heroic act. But we weren't, and we didn't. So the night ended around 10 PM, 9:30 for Laura.
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