What a TriP

Man, last night was a f*ckin trip. 'Member how just yesterday I wrote in this about not really having an eventful weekend? Well, shyt, yesterday made up for it in a very sick way. When I say sick, i mean, siCK. Well, Whitney tells me that Kendra, Ericka, and Blaire were all planning to go to either the hotel party at the Hilton or to Rio. She said she was already on the road and wanted to know if i wanted her to just come get me. I was like, "that's cool". After she came to pick me up, we went over to Blaire's house. I swear, it took everyone like 4 hours to do hair and get ready. I was like, "dang". Well, while we were over there, BLaire got in a fight w/ her girlfriend over the phone. Whit clued me in that she has some kind of power over blaire that is unexplainable. I was like, "hmmm" and left it alone. The night was very young and everyone was ready to get it started. Finally, went downstairs and Ericka made strawberry daquiris and Blaire started taking shots. I'm like, "damn blaire, you better slow yo' roll...." Anyway, I had half a bottle of Bacardi, 3 daquiris and 2 or 3 shots of taquila with salt and lime. Whit took about 2 or 3 shots and had about the same amount of daquiris. Once i was finshed, i went in the kitchen and started cleaning up the mess spilled from the blender, all over the kitchen counter, as well as what had dripped onto the floor. We all started cleanin up the table in the living room and i noticed that blair had at LEAST 8 shots of taquili. I was like, aw shyt. She seemed fine and I was kinda impressed that she could hold that much taquila AND daquiris. Well, were finally ready to go. Kendra drove and she noticed her gas tank was pretty low. We stopped at phillips 66 on Natural Bridge and got some gas. I went in to get some change for my twenty w/ whitney. Tell me WHY this foo' started dancin' to somebody else's music in their car when we came back outside??? OMG. It was SO DaMn funny. I was like, "gurl! get in this CaR!!!" And did she? No. lol. Finally kendra was finished pumpin gas and she finally hopped in. We were on our way again. God, at least we thought. WE pulled off the gas station lot and Blaire starts actin crazy. While we start drivin, tell me why Blaire started tryin' to make out with Whitney? One second they were talking, and the next time I turn around, Blaire has Whitney's head locked to where she can't move. "O...M...G". That's all i could say. Whit broke free so i started looking out the window again. WEll, that was a mistake. Eventually blaire started strattling her IN THE CAR! she tried pullin up her shirt and fillin on her. I'm still lookin' out the window, until Kendra and Ericka in the front look back at me. i look over to my left and am like, "WHAT THE HELL!?!?" I pushed Blaire off, which is not an easy task, and she sat down again. We stopped at an Amoco on nat. bridge and kingshighway so that blaire could use the bathroom. This time I told whit to put her seatbelt in so she couldn't move. It's around 2:00 a.m. and we eventually made it to the club safely (thanking god). We get out and I see blaire cant even WALK straight. I'm like, "f*!$ mane." I had a BAD feeling about this, but we were here now,u know? We told her to stand up straight and not to say a WORD to anybody. We made it in okay. We head over close to the speakers and on my way over there, I run into my friend Deandre. WE say wat's up, talk for a quick second, and cross paths. After that, we run into 2 girls from our highschool (as always) Blaire was to the point that she couldn't stand. We sat her down on one of the little blocks for the speakers. I rubbed her back from time to time, not really in the mood for dancing (due to the situation). Me and Dub danced for a sec, but i wasn't even really feelin' that. So.... we kept checkin' on Blaire and she was just swervin. Ericka and Whit went to get her some ice, and i watched over her. I glanced to see Kendra all the way over to the side, as if she wasn't wit us. "Hmmm", i thought. But whatever. They brought back some water and went back for some more. At this point in time, everything turns for the worst. Blaire throws up. And GUESSS who happen to have the luck of being the run to rub her back at the time. Muuuah. Yours f*ckin' truly. Yeah. My pellazo pants (gauchos) were f*cked up!!! My f*ckin' sandals: f*cked up!!! so... i started making my way to the bathroom and i see kendra and ericka behind me. Why are they following me? Y arent' they helpin' Whit take care of THEIR "Best" friend? WTF? Very interesting, i thought, but i didn't have time to worry about that at the time. I got as much of that shyt as i could off me, but i was determined not to leave that bathroom 'til i got ALL the visible shyt off. While im in there, whit makes it to the bathroom with blaire and holds her head over the trash can. One of the ladies who monitors the bathrooms helped us, and I was very appreciative of that. **Shout out to the bathroom monitor lady. Much luv!!** Anyway, we concluded that she wasn't going to throw up anymore, so we headed into the hall. Bad move. She slid down from the wall to the floor, right in the middle of the intersection of people. And she WAS NOT about to move. Welp, at this point I knew that the night was over... Besides, How the hell were we gonna stay there with one VERY sick person, and 2 other people (me and whit) smellin' like the shyt she JUST threw up. Yeah, now u see how i said it was a SiCk night. (When i said literally, i meant it.) I'm monitoring blaire while whit wipes off her forehead. Kendra and Ericka stand there talkin' 'bout some "MAN I DONT WANNA LEAVE, MAN!!" "DAMN I AINT READY TO GO!!" And u think me and whit are? Be fo real!!! But i would think with more serious matters on our hands they would put that aside. I mean, shyt, i SMELLED like SHIT!!! But i knew someone's health was in our hands. Yet they didnt seem to give a f*ck!! One of the security helped stand blaire up. Whit went with blaire and she told us to pull the car around to the front. I said "okay", since no one else seemed to be listening. I swear, i was waiting for those 2 to following me, but for the next 10 minutes, they were counting their money to see if they would have enough to come back and get in with. ARe u fckin' serious?!?! (yea, i know i spelled it fckin) U're tellin me, u just gon' drop this gurl off and go BACK out? Shyt. It was already gettin hella late, 'naw mean? Well, that aside, we FINALLY went outside and pulled the car around. Once we made it bak to blaire's house, whit drove me home. On the way, we talked about this whole trippy situation..... and how it went from bad to worse. How we BOTH were tryin' our best to take care of her (me mainly watching her and rubbing her back and whit doin everything possible) , how ericka and kendra did absolutely nothin, and they're supposed to be her best friends. I thought about telling her about them tryin to come bak, but decided to save that for later. I was worried about my clothes being stained or f*cked up for good. I hand washed my pants. Once i was done, i noticed that i had a missed call. I was like, huh? I saw it was whit so i figured i forgot something in her car. I called her right bak and she said she got a voicemail from belinda. (side note: belinda was tryin' to go out with us, and she continued to call whit the whole night b/c she doesn't have a car and she mainly wanted a ride. (gas money WOULD have been an option, B, but Your fault! WhaTEVEr) The message was basically her crying and saying it's messed up that she couldn't go out with her. I'm like, DAMN!! Whit already got herself a n*gga and dont even KNOW IT! By the end of the night, she had called whit 49+ times. After the 15th call, wouldn't u have gotten the point? Guess not. But in conclusion, this night was a f*ckin' TRIP!!!!