I Drunk Texted Last Night
For my friend, not for myself
I went to watch the game at the restaurant next door yesterday. I almost made a clean break. I was ready to go home. But things got rowdy when the Cowboys pulled it out to beat the Commanders.
It was a crazy end to that game.
I relented.
I went to the next stop where everyone was heading. To be fair, pretty much everyone relented. It was Sunday. The work week was starting. No one planned on staying out.
But we did.
Late at night we went up to my friend’s apartment.
The three of us sat around, talked, and listened to music.
My one friend may have gotten a little teary. She’s still thinking about a guy. She’s not always thinking about him. But as we know, alcohol can make things seem a little worse than in the light of day.
“I know,” I say. “I get it. It’s hard.”
We can’t control our feelings.
The heart thinks for itself.
It cancels out the head, even when we know it shouldn’t.
We had taken a few pics of the three of us. What did I do? I texted him the pics. I think I was trying to be a supportive friend. But what was I thinking?
