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I opened the first one and it was a Kensington Louis Vuitton handbag. This bag was beautiful. I had about four Louie bags but this one was different from all the others. The second bag was a pair of bad ass cheetah Christian Louboutins. Damn, these shoes were fuckin’ beautiful. The last bag, which was the biggest, consisted of a whole bunch of clothes from PINK. I’m talking bras, panties, pajamas, sweats, tights, and shirts. I had some expensive ass friends and cousins. All my girls spent a couple stacks on me a piece.
I went over to Tisha and hugged her and told her thank you. I was very appreciative for all of my gifts, all of my girls, and of course my family.
“It’s my birthday. Y’all bitches ain’t cook me breakfast?” I asked them, standing up.
“We did cook, but we ate without you because you was taking too long. Your food is in the microwave though,” Breesha said.
All the girls got up and headed for their rooms, I’m guessing to take showers and get our day started. I headed for the kitchen while Tisha stayed in the den watching TV. I was going to just warm up my food and go in the den and eat, so I could see what was bothering Tisha.
Five minutes later, I was back in the den, taking my spot back on the floor, sitting Indian style, so that I could put my plate on the small table in front of me. Tisha was so in tune to the TV that she didn’t even see me come into the room.
“Tisha, what’s wrong with you?” I asked her.
“Otis is so fuckin’ selfish. He gon’ have my daughter call me this morning, crying talking about she’s ready for me to come home. Number one, I know he put my daughter up to that shit because first of all, my children never even knew that I left because I just told them that they were going to go to Tyrone’s house for the weekend for a sleepover with the rest of the kids. Then when I told Harmony to put Otis back on the phone, I asked him why he put my daughter up to that bullshit. His ass gon’ get mad and take the shit out on me, saying he ain’t tell her to say that and a whole bunch of other shit. I swear his ass is so fuckin’ selfish. He can be gone all type of hours but the one time I leave and try to take a vacation, he just has to fuck it up,” she vented to me.
“So what, did he tell you to come back home?” I asked, praying that she said no because shit, Tisha was my damn drinking partner. Wasn’t nobody else gon’ get fucked up with me but Tisha.
“No he didn’t tell me to come home. He just told me I’m being selfish, which I don’t understand because everybody fuckin’ know that I put that man and my kids before me all the time,” she fussed and I nodded my head in agreement.
We stayed talking for a few and then all the girls came back downstairs, ready to go. I cleaned up my area and went upstairs to grab my sandals and my purse. I put only two of the stacks my husband gave me into my purse and headed outside to meet the girls in the van.
First, we headed to all get manis and pedis and then we headed to Orlando International Premium Outlets. We literally got there when the sun was up but didn’t end up leaving until the sun was going down. That’s a damn shame. We were all carrying over twenty bags each. How all this stuff was going to fit in the van, I had no idea, but somehow we made it work. After shopping, we headed to a seafood restaurant on International Drive called Kings.
We didn’t even get back to the house until ten that night. The night was still young though and I was still trying to turn up. After we all brought all our bags in the house, we sat around the living room area.
“What y’all trying to do now?” I asked my girls.
“Ooh let’s go walk the boardwalk out in Disney World,” Breesha said.
“Hell yeah, let’s do that. Fat Tuesday is calling my name,” Tisha chimed in. Drinking always got her attention.
“Your ass stay trying to get drunk,” Meek told her.
We all laughed at that because it was true, but shit, I was no different. “Aright. we got to get ready now though because they close at two,” I said. We all got up and headed to our rooms to start getting ready. I took another shower and brushed my teeth. I had so many clothes to choose from that I didn’t know what I wanted to wear. Being as though, I knew I was going to get drunk tonight, I chose not to wear a skirt or heels because I wasn’t trying to be falling and have my ass all out for the world to see. I looked inside my bags that I brought today and grabbed the Nike bag. I chose to wear the Nike Legendary Mezzo zebra print tights with a matching pink and gray, zebra print sports bra. To top it off, I wore the Nike Free 4.0 V5 running shoes. I looked real pretty. I headed downstairs and Tisha literally had the same thing on as me, just hers was green and black.
“Oh yeah, these bitches about to get fucked up,” Breesha said, coming into the living room. I laughed because it was the truth. Tonight was going to be a good night.
3:45 a.m.
“Oh my God, I think I’m about to fuckin’ die,” I slurred as I walked up the stairs, trying to get into the house.
“No bitch, your ass just drunk. Move and give me the keys” Breesha fussed with her pregnant ass. She checked my purse for my keys and sucked her teeth when she couldn’t find them.
“Nae, where the fuckin’ keys at?” Breesha asked, pissed.
“Here, here, here,” I said, laughing. My God, I was drunk off my fuckin’ ass. I snatched the purse form Breesha and she looked like she wanted to slap the shit out of me. Tisha’s dumb ass wasn’t making the shit no better, laughing every few seconds. Tisha wasn’t drunk though. She was just a little tipsy. While we were at Fat Tuesday, Otis called her and told her not to get drunk and her dumb ass listened. Shit, not me though. After searching my purse, I found them in the little pocket.
r /> “It’s right here bitch. Move” I said, shrugging Breesha out the way. My dumb ass couldn’t even put the damn key in the knob correctly.
Breesha came from behind me and snatched the shit from out of my hand and unlocked the door herself. I knew she was pissed off. She sat the keys on the buffet and headed up to her room. Our driver, Justin, had to end up carrying me to my room because I kept falling every two seconds and Ka’lani, Meek, and Imani weren’t making it any better by filming my dumb ass. Tisha and Breesha had already gone upstairs.
After Justin left, I told him to close my door and I didn’t even change out of my clothes, nor did I take my shoes off. I just turned over and took my drunk ass to sleep. I was not drinking no more after that. I promised. Wait, never mind, I couldn’t do that. Well, I wasn’t drinking any more for the rest of the trip. Yeah, I could manage that.
Chapter 14: Tisha
As much as I wanted to get drunk off my ass tonight, I couldn’t because my husband called me and told me not to. Usually when I was away from Otis and he tried to dish out orders, I didn’t listen to shit he said, but for some reason, I felt like he had somebody watching my ass. So, I chose to listen this one time since I felt like we were already on bad terms. I’m not gon’ lie though, I did drink one of the shots that Nae ordered but that was pretty much it.
Walking inside of my room, I kicked my shoes off and sat them on the side of the bed. I headed for the bathroom and took myself a quick shower. After doing that, I brushed my teeth and threw on my bra and panties with my robe. As I was tying my robe, I noticed my phone flashing on the dresser. I looked at the screen and saw that it was my husband calling me. I contemplated not answering the phone but truth was, I kind of missed his mean ass.
