As Elena sat there on her computer, I was rushing about trying to get ready. I had ten minutes. I reapplied my makeup, lamenting how ugly I am. I put on a belt, which I've been meaning to do all week. I made sure I had money and my ID. And then I got going.
A group of friends and I were going out for the evening. Tamara knew this particular bar that she said she took all her friends to and was excellent. We were very disappointed to get there and discover that the bar had been overtaken by a party for some reporters. We spoke to the man right outside, who clearly worked there. The girls begged a bit to get in, except for Ruth and I, who mostly giggled at how silly they were being. We hadn't had anything to drink yet, but I suspect that this man wouldn't have believed us. He told us if we came back the next day he would give us free margaritas.
As we were walking away, Claire said that she had heard the bartender telling the party planner that he didn't want us coming in, even though the planner said it was okay. So we ended up at this burrito place down the street. It was tacky in a hilarious sort of way, and we sat down.
Our waiter took our IDs, and upon seeing mine, he got excited because he was from Ann Arbor. And then he got us drinks.
I have not been having much luck with drinks lately. I am trying new things and mostly have been disappointed by them. I've had vodka lemonades before, but neither one was very good. (The second one was strawberry flavored.) The other girls had margaritas of varying kinds. I worked on the chips and salsa.
Claire and I had a look around at the other men in the bar and were intrigued by several of them, but since they were often holding hands with other men, they were probably gay. Claire had to give a performance the next day, so Lavvy quizzed her on her lines. Claire, Tamara and Caroline all texted.
As usual, I ended up talking mostly with Ruth. I can't even remember most of what we talked about, but it was probably about work. Ruth likes her job, but I think it mostly is more work than she can stand.
"I calculated my hourly salary and it came out to 7.50," she was telling me. It's particularly sad, as she is always working. Tamara told her she needed to write more and read less, which is advice I should take.
I told Ruth that in less than the last two months, I'd written forty poems. I am really meant to be writing other things, but I find that I want to write poetry more.
Claire told me she wants to do a dramatic interpretation of one of my poems. So I guess I'll give her one of them. I really don't want to, especially since I don't have a printer and will have to write it out, but I still will anyway.
I was texting with Nate, which was going a little badly because I wasn't texting well.
Tamara and Caroline left early because both of them had things early in the morning. After we paid up, Claire, Ruth and I walked home. Claire has been learning to dance lately, and she showed us her entire routine with her fingers at the bar. Then she was Charlestoning out in the street.
"I feel a bit ill," Claire commented. I did too, which is unlike me, because drinks have never made me sick to my stomach before.
Right at the street corner closest to home someone was standing near us. They had on a dark coat, high heels and very blonde curly hair.
"I'm enjoying that," I commented. Clarie hit me in the stomach. "Don't be such a pervert!"
"Was that a man or a woman?" Ruth asked.
"I thought it was a man," I said. Claire disagreed.
When I got back, I checked my phone and saw there was a message from Nate to be careful. I told him I had walked home with friends and was safe. It's so nice to have someone like that care about you.
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