A Night To Remember

Chapter 6: Larry

I sat in the living room of our cream colored mansion, waiting for Laurent to get home. I waited almost an hour before Laurent pulled up in the driveway. He unlocked the door, hanged his coat up and sat down on the polyester couch across from me.

"What took you so long?" I complained.
"First of all, I dropped off Angela in east LA! Traffic was bad! And in case, you forgot we live in the hills!" Laurent said with a bad attitude.

"Alright! I take it the ride wasn't so smooth."
"Sorry man! Traffic made me mad. Anyway, what's up?" Laurent apologized.
"I've been thinking. Our birthday is coming up next week. And I was thinking we should have a birthday bash."
"Sounds good. But where?" Laurent curiously asked.
"Here in the mansion." I excitingly added.

Laurent stared at me with a 'what the hell are you thinking.' Look.

"Oh no! Hell no!" Laurent shouted and stormed into the kitchen.
"C 'mon man. What you tripping for? We got plenty of space and time to pull this off." I said as I followed Laurent.
"Do you remember what happened at our 18th birthday party?" Laurent asked as he grabbed a pitcher of cold water from the steel fridge.
"We were just kids!" I pleaded with laurent.
"We almost got arrested!" Laurent shouted.
"That wasn't my fault the police was called for that fight. And as I recall, that fight was because of you. I was trying to protect you!" I shouted.
"Whatever. Look, we just bought this mansion. The last thing we need to be is irresponsible home owners." Laurent added.
"I agree with what you are saying. We ain't had a celebration that was strictly for us. And why? Because we are always touring. But now we have a chance to do this our way. Please." I mentioned.

Laurent took a deep breath and said,

"Alright. But if we do this, we gotta do it right. You hear me?"
"That's what I'm saying, broham." I said and kissed Laurent on the cheek.

I figured if I was going to keep Laurent interested, I needed to show Laurent how serious and organized I was. So we wrote down a list of ideas and things we wanted for the party.

"Okay, let's talk about food." Laurent said.
"I think we should have BBQ, beef and veggies on sticks, and chicken."
"How we gone have BBQ, if it's going to be cold outside?" Laurent brought to my attention.
"You're right. It can be delivered." I suggested.
"Okay BBQ problem solved. And what about drinks?" Laurent said as he continued to write.
"Vodka and tequila!" We both said at the same time and laughed.
"Hey, let's hire a bartender." Laurent said. "Yeah, he can work in the kitchen area ." I added and gave Laurent a high five.
"We definitely need a dj." I said without hesitation.
"You know it! Oh man, you know what else we need? Pinatas!" Laurent excitingly added.

I confusingly stared at him.

"What? We don't need that and besides we are not Mexican." I replied and shook my head.
"C'mon man. I always wanted one and never had one. Please!" Laurent said he brought his hands together in a prayer manner.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt. But it's stupid."

As we continued to brainstorm, the thought of a guest list came to mind.

"How many people we inviting?"
"Uh, maybe one hundred." Laurent guessed.
"Okay that'll work. Should we close off the guest rooms?"
"No." Laurent replied.
"But the party is going to be downstairs. And the last thing I want is people having the whole upstairs smelling like sex." I mentioned.

Laurent rocked back and forth loudly laughing.

"You know I'm telling the truth."

When Laurent finally caught his breath, he said,

"In that case, maybe we should lock the guest rooms. Can you imagine tripping over condoms and slipping on lubricant jelly?" Laurent continued to laugh more.

I chuckled and shook my head.
"That's dirty." I thought to myself.

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