Original Poetry

drunk and silly

she wants to get drunk.

The type of drunk that you become when you finish a large bottle of cuervo and half a case of san mig light. The type of drunk that you go vomitting at the curb outside the bar. So drunk that you do crazy things like jump down stairs, slap a random stranger or strip.

i often hear her griping about being 25 and not having a relationship. sometimes, she would painstakingly go into the details of her old-er relationship and we’d tease her about not being over her ex. she would scream, have a fit and have a date by next friday night.

She’s funny… but her date-scapades are funnier! We would end up staying up all night talking about how this guy couldn’t (beep!). We analyzed this gorgeous guy who we think is gay (no matter how many times he agreed to go out with her!). We talked about girls the way little boys talked about girls.

I teased her about wanting drama in her life. I teased her about being too overdramatic. I told her she complicates life so that her boring (in)existence would spice up a little. She’d laugh, toss her hair and say “Spoken like someone who knows exactly what I’m going through…”

Then i’d scream, have a fit and have drinks ready by next friday! =D

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