My gal pal Cookie and I decided to have a nice girls weekend in New York. We planned a Broadway show, lots of eats and lots of shopping. It was all set to kick off on Friday.
Friday we made our way to New York by mid afternoon. She didn't tell me that the distance from the train station to the hotel was a million freakin miles and we were going to walk it! I was exhausted by the time we got to the hotel. I wanted to strangle that girl.
The show, Memphis, had an 8:00pm curtain call so we had a couple of hours on our hands. We checked into our room and settled in then decided to go to dinner before the show was to start. Dinner was great. The show was wonderful. If you ever get the chance to check out a Broadway show please do yourself a favor and see either Wicked or Memphis. Great shows.
Afterward we returned to the hotel and hunkered down for a much needed good nights sleep. The next day was all about shopping. We went to SoHo and shopped until our cash ran out and our credit/debit cards lost its magnetic stripping and couldn't be used anymore. Crazy!
After all that shopping we changed clothes and went for a nice Italian dinner. Shout out to Tramonti's! You guys RAWK! After dinner we decided on a comedy club. You'd think we'd go to the Laff Factory or Caroline's. Nope. Not these sophisticated gals about town. Nothing but the best for us so we decided to go to Ha! instead. Heard of it before? No? Exactly. That place was a piece of shit dump with weak comedians. Ridiculous. After the show I was totally exhausted and wanted to go to bed. Cookie wasn't havin' no parts of that and this is were things get a little interesting.
Cookie decides to go to the hotel bar for more drinking and I was like "peace". I was planning on seeing nothing but the back of my eyelids. I drift into a haze and a few hours later Cookie returns even more inebriated if that was possible. Plopped on her bed and proclaimed this was "the best New York trip EVER!" and kissed me on the cheek. I laughed at her drunken state. She then says "I'm going out with my new friend Sasha." Some chick she just met at the bar. I shouted out a "have fun and be careful" which was met with a loud "Boom" as the door immediately slammed shut behind her as she bounced down the hall. I shook my head at her and just prayed for the best. I drifted off to sleep and a few more hours later I heard her come in. She went straight to the bathroom and I never hear her come out. I drifted off but woke up again to some really weird sounds coming from the bathroom. I sat up in the bed for a second trying to determine if she was sick or needed help. It got quiet again so I laid my head down. Then moments later I hear muffled voices and hushed sounds. I remember thinking "No she didn't!". This girl brought back some random dude she just met back to our hotel room and was screwing him in our bathroom. I didn't know what to do. No one has ever done any bullshit like this before. I wrestled with the idea of storming into the bathroom and breaking up their little party and throwing dude's naked ass out. This crap went on for 2 more hours. I was getting steamed because she was putting not only her life at risk but mine too. I didn't know this guy. He's just some random dude she picked up from the street, He could be a serial killer for all I knew and she had him in MY room! You can play with your life all day long but DO NOT play with my life and safety.
I finally heard her let him out and plop on her bed to go to sleep. I thought about busting her little bubble right then but couldn't find the right words.
The next morning she never mentioned a word about her ho-ish ways the night before. I'm still not sure if or how to call her out on this. You better believe she will never do this crap again.
UGH!
