Its currently 5:36 on a clear Friday afternoon.
If this was like any other Friday I’d be sitting at my vanity right now carefully applying my make up, listening to classic Britney Spears and waiting for an inexpensive bottle of wine to chill to the perfect temperature in the freezer.
If this was like any other Friday approximately 11 minutes from now Queen L would walk through the front door of the Dirthouse and officially declare this moment “The Weekend Motherfuckers”
If this was like any other Friday Lady B would enter from the back door 10-15 minutes after with an additional bottle of alcohol and a look on her face that quite clearly said “you better be ready to get down tonight bitches”.
If this was like any other Friday night we’d all disperse for an estimated half an hour before stepping out of our boudoirs one by one fully equipped for a night of fun, scandal, dancing and shit talking.
But it’s not like any other Friday night because I’m here, sitting on the couch staring dismally at a pile of university textbooks.
And its not like any other Friday night because Queen L has just arrived home and taken up a spot on the opposite end of the couch with a pile of work reports…
And it’s really weird because its like we’re looking at each other for the very first time through sober eyes.
And then she says to me “Do you you want to go out tonight?”
and I say “yes please”.