8:00 PM at night, we have just left my favorite pub, "The Olde Irish Pub". Original, right? That's my family for you. It has been in my father's family for generations. I feel a tad bit sorry for first-comers. They walk in thinking to see a whole bunch of accent-having, Irish drunkards running the pub, but see a bunch of black drunkard, who happen to be Irish. How ironic.
My townhouse happened to be next door. One a many night have I staggered here, drunk. Jägermeister always gets me. My bestfriends and roomates walk into my place. I unlock the door and throw the keys on the coffee table.
I go into my room and grab my packed bags. I was going to go to France for vacation, backpack around Europe, and then visit Tomí, my closest friend in Budapest, Hungary. We were middle school friends. In the middle of eighth grade, Tomí moved back to his home country, Hungary. Chante, my bestfriend from middle school, is a food critic. She travels all over the world to try various cuisines. Long story short, she's going to France with me for business-related purposes.
"Sara, we're going to miss you. I hope you have fun in France!" Jennifer says to me with a wink. I laugh because she knew I wasn't going to travel alone.
"Um.. I'm going to, Jennifer" My bestfriend/ travel buddy said irritated. Jennifer throws her head back, laughing. She hugs her and kisses her on the cheek.
"I know, boo! I miss you both." Jennifer stops laughing and starts to tear up. She's such a baby.
I walk towards my little crybaby. "Awe, I'll miss you too. Don't worry. We'll be okay." I wrap her into an embrace.
She sniffs, "But what if you get taken and sold as a sex slave?" she shrieks loudly before sobbing.
I laugh loudly and she glares at me. "Don't worry, taken won't happen to us. Plus, if it does, then my mom, and grandpa will come after them. Remember my grandpa is a war vet, and my mom.." I stop and she watches me, attentively. Waiting for me to continue.
'Well" I scratch the back of my head.
"She's just crazy" I laugh nervously, knowing how true that statement is.
She looks at me with confusion. "She's the daughter of a crazy Asian lady who bit off a woman's ear. Just trust me" I say with wide eyes. (A/N: My nola (grandma) actually did that. It's funny cause my mom, actually, met Mike Tyson. If you didn't know this, then Mike Tyson also bit off someone's ear.)
She looked at me with bewilderment. "Uh. Okay. I'm not worried anymore" Shaking her head in disbelief. Chante and I laugh while embracing Jennifer.
I break the huhng, knowing we have a flight to catch. "Okay. Jennifer, the Netflix account is paid for. The bills are paid for. This townhome is bought off. I don't rent it; therefore, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. If you need any extra money for food, then there's money in the cookie jar.." I pick up my bags, and turn with Chante, waiting in the cab. I am almost out the door before I remember something else. "I left all the numbers to contact us from. Oh, the bar tab is paid for. Drink up!" I kiss her cheek and run to the cab.
After placing my luggage into the trunk, I enter the cab. I watch her happily wave as we drive off.
