The Bedroom Blog

How Do You Break Bad News to Your BFFs?

Chloe welcomes her posse back, a little nervously.

By Alessandra Torre

I'm writing on the run today, but wanted to post before too many amaretto sours make my digital words slur. Cammie's driver just picked me up, and we are battling snow and traffic on our way to JFK to pick up her and Benta. The girls have had four hours of napping in first class, so they'll be ready to grab a drink, hit the clubs, and celebrate their return to the city.

This weekend's apartment hunt was a complete disaster. I've got at least another month of squatting on Cammie's couch to look forward to. My sole takeaway from seven hours of pounding the pavement? I'm still broke. I found one amazing place, but the deposit plus first and last month's rent would've put me $422.15 in the hole. I called the realtor back, made up a pathetic excuse and limped back to Cammie's in shame.

Thank God, Benta just texted and they're finally at baggage claim. Just knowing they're back releases a knot in my back. I'd be lost without these girls. The last three weeks have given me a peek at life sans them, and I didn't like it.

Granted, there are a few negatives about their return. I'll have to tell Cammie about the dress – her gold Nicole Miller that I might have snagged slightly during my borrow. And… I'll have to disclose the conversation with Vic. They have me on strict probation from answering any of his calls, so it's guaranteed that I'll be in trouble over that slip.

I'm just getting back to my rightful place: the pasty white stressball in our trio. Granted, I had that title before they spent two weeks sipping margaritas in Miami Beach. Cammie's ethnicity has blessed her with perfect dark skin and almond eyes that makes my blond hair and blue eyes look bland. And Benta is from Spain; she looks like a tanned version of me until she opens her mouth and a ridiculously sexy accent flows out.

"I know you aren't welcoming us back glued to that phone." Benta crawled into the back seat, her gloved hand swiping for my cell. 

In other words, I better run.  It's a good thing that my new 'job' is such a cake walk. I have a feeling I'm going to be nursing a rough hangover tomorrow. Might have to have schedule extra 'nap time' with Chanel in the morning.