That Bitch..

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The tea was great, the company was not. Vanda was rambling about her wedding. I think I just become bitter..I know she is my friend and I should be more supportive, but frankly, i did not care. I was just annoyed.

"..we were thinking about the Mauritius for the honeymoon or maybe Tahiti..,but you know I would love to go to Paris again.."

I would love to leave - please. My cell ringed right when she was talking about the guest list. I said sorry and answered the phone - it was Camille. She just wanted to say hi and to ask how am I doing. I lied and said that I'm great. She was back in Austria..Our conversation took like five minutes..

"Who was that?" Vanda asked while her cute little dog was licking her face.

"Camille.."

"Camille?! No way..The Can?" She laughed and shook her head. "Oh, wait the minute. Isn't she working as a hooker or something like that?" Vanda's face grinned. She looked like she just stepped in the shit.

"She is a porn star.."

"Can you believe that? I was sure she will not get laid until her late forties.. That's gross.."

"Actually she look really hot.."

"Are you two friends or something like that?"

"Kind of..So Tahiti or Mauritius?"

Vanda got her excited face back.

I did my make up in her bathroom - guest bathroom and left around six. Jacob texted me few times and my mom called couple times too. I did not answered.

The Irish pub was crowded and there were groups of the people waiting in front to be able to get in. Jacob was standing at the entrance and he was having conversation with the bouncer. I waved at him. He still had his connections so we got inside in no time. There was loud music, lots of people and smoke from the cigarettes..We got the booth in the corner..with privacy.

"What do you want to drink?"  He asked.

"Beer."

He ordered two Heinekens and some fries.

We had a good time to talk. He was talking about him and his life - he just got divorced - his ex-wife was from US - Miami. He was married for five years and he has no kids.

'It great to be solo again..you know I can do whatever I want..no questions, no rules..no arguing or other bullshit.."

I told him about me and Peter. They used to know each other.. He smiled and shook his head.

"Peter was a scumbag - Five years?! Really? You should get a diploma or award for keeping with him.'

"My mom is thinking something different.."

We had two beers and then went to the another bar and there we were drinking vodkas and last thing i remembered was drinking some tequila shots in some bar called Paradise...I had no idea how did i get home, but I did and I woke up in my bed in the same clothes with the terrible headache..

My mom was not home..I walked to the kitchen and puked, I walked to the bathroom and puked..I took some pill and felt asleep again..

It was close to the six p.m. when I woke up. My stomach was good, but my head was still hurting a little bit. Luckily I was able to take a long bath.

Dressed in my rope i found the leftover of the chicken soup in the fridge so I heated in the microwave and ate it in my room, while I was checking my cell.

I had miss calls from Vanda, my brother and Jacob..texts from Jacob and one miss call from unknown number with foreign area code..

I did not call Jacob and I did not texted him either. I spend rest of the evening on my computer listening to youtube..

On my way to work I got a phone call - it was Adam from Lipstick..he was calling me to let me know that they hired me! I could not believe it! I had a week left in my old work..and week to find the place in Capital city to rent..