I was a little disappointed after watching Her, it was a good movie, but I didn’t think it was up to par with the rest of the Oscar nominated films. The Wolf of Wall Street was fucking amazing, just putting that out there. When I turned my phone back on, there were a few texts from Cam.
No don’t leave me!
I bet you didn’t really turn off your phone and you’re just reading these laughing at me.
Seriously where the fuck are you?
Ughh! Alyson!!!
I called for a cab to come pick me up from the theater first and then called Cameron.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“I went and saw a movie, you know that is the only time I ever turn off my phone.”
“You left me with fucking Morgan to see a movie by yourself? Not cool, you know I would have wanted to come with you.”
“No you wouldn’t. I saw Her.”
“Are you serious? I love Scarlett Johansson, I can’t believe you right now.”
“Only her voice is in the film, you wouldn’t have enjoyed it.”
“I would have rather been with you.”
I paused, What the fuck is that supposed to mean. I quickly laughed it off
“Sure, Cam. Anyway, the cab just pulled up, I’m gonna make a quick stop and get something and then I’ll be back.”
“Okay, I’ll see you when you get here.”
When I got in the cab I asked him to take me to a liquor store, my friends and I had gotten fake IDs last spring, which definitely came in handy when you didn’t know anyone over 19. I rarely ever got carded anyway, I’d always looked older than I actually was. After watching that sad movie, I definitely needed a pick-me-up. So I got a handle of Grey Goose for pussies like Cam, Aaron, and Shawn who only drank vodka. (I have and always will hate vodka). I got a handle of Captain Morgan for the rum drinkers, Matt, Taylor, and Carter. And for the hardcore badasses of the group I got two handles of Jim Beam bourbon, which was for the Jacks, Nash, and myself.
Thank god for LA stores being all about going “green” because it would have looked extremely suspicious if I had walked in with two huge paper or plastic bags with a liquor store logo on it rather than the cloth bags that I actually got.
When I got to the elevator, I pulled out my phone and called Matt.
“Hey what room is everybody in?” I asked pulling the bags up my shoulder.
“We’re in Nash’s room.”
“Okay, I’ll be there in a second, come open the door for me.”
When I stepped out of the elevator, I saw Matt standing with the door open. As I walked inside, I had to yell in order for my voice to be heard over all the guys.
“I come bearing gifts! Someone get out the shot glasses, I’m ready to get fucked up!” I said pulling the bottles out of the bags. I wasn’t expecting to be tackled by two 17 year old boys both of them kissing my cheek as we fell onto someone’s bed.
“You are my favorite Momma bear ever!” Carter said.
“Stop calling her Momma Bear, we all checked her ass out this morning. When is the last time your momma’s booty had you like” Taylor tease making a face to which Carter gagged.
