disease. I just shook my head at her and her pretentious self. “Seriously, what the fuck Em? I know West makes millions and you’re shopping at Target and Wal-Mart? Maybe this is the problem. These clothes do make your ass look like there’s a hundred cupcakes stuck to it.”
I shoved her aside, laughing. “Shut it! I love these clothes and I honestly don’t see any reason to spend five grand on a dress I’m only going to wear once. You can find really cute clothes at Wal-Mart. Like this,” I said holding up a short cropped mustard colored blazer. I started cracking up when she gagged again. “Do you need a puke bucket while you look through my bag?”
“No. In fact, I’m done. I can’t look anymore. I’m loaning you some of my clothes and we are totally going shopping tomorrow before we go to the reunion.”
I knew better than to fight with her, so I gave in and told her I’d let her dress me tonight and we would go and get an outfit for the reunion tomorrow. I just needed to try on some of her stuff since—given that we were so different in height—I’d more than likely end up in a dress. I already knew all of her pants would be too long.
Harper ended up pulling out a fun, shimmery sequin top that was black and tight. She matched it with a pair of dark jeans I had in my bag and red stilettos. After doing my make-up in a black smoky look that made my eyes stand out, and adding bright red lipstick she called me good. She decided that my hair was fine. I got up and looked in the mirror and stared at myself. I had to admit, I looked pretty hot. Or at least I felt sexy, which I think is what Harper wanted to accomplish. She threw on a cute black mini dress with some black heels, pinned her hair up and we both were ready to head out on the town.
“You’re going to dance this time, because I’m not dragging you out on the floor just for you to go running into the bathroom again. Got it?”
Being terribly shy, I didn’t like to dance much. But once I had alcohol in me and you might as well put me in front of a pole and start throwing dollar bills. However, the last time we went out I was the designated driver and I couldn’t be convinced to step foot on the dance floor. Harper decided to take it upon herself to physically yank me onto the floor. I ended up pulling free of her grasp, choosing to hide in the bathroom until she texted me, threatening to damage both my life and my beautiful car. I had to take her seriously because she had a history of random acts of violence towards males and their vehicles when she was drunk.
“Yes Sunshine, I plan on drinking tonight and not thinking about anything but the music and having a good time with you. We’ll just take a cab home. Happy?” I replied.
“Very! Woohoo, let’s get moving twat. I’m ready to do this. Oh, if I start fondling your breasts—or my own for that matter—it’s time to cut me off.”
As I headed out of the bedroom I glanced down at my wedding ring. I touched it with my thumb from the same hand, not feeling as sentimental about it as I once had. Without thinking too long about it, I pulled the ring off and set it on top of the dresser. Tonight was about having fun, and the weight of the ring was just another reminder of the problems waiting for me when I returned home.
That decision made, I grabbed my purse, hollered a goodbye to my parents, and we made our way out to the taxi already waiting at the curb.
Harper and I were dropped off in front of Abby’s Bar, a popular place not too far from the center of town. It was a tall brick building that had apparently gone through some renovations since I was last in town. It used to be a little bit more run down but from the looks of it now, I would say the owner must have put some serious money into it. The cement sidewalk in front looked repaved and no longer had old tree roots tearing it up. The sign outside was definitely new; a white billboard with the bar’s name written