Four days before Christmas Maya and I decided to have an impromptu girls night out. I told Maya about how Rachel told our Aunt about Hunter. Every time my phone rang and it was my mother I figured this was the big conversation. But my mother have yet to say anything to me and I'm not going to bring it. We decided to take the train to Hoboken, New Jersey and party. We met up with Ariel one of Maya's hairstylist from her salon.
By time we arrived to the first bar it was a quarter to mid-night. The place was packed and everyone was already drunk. Highly intoxicated girls screamed Merry Christmas to those that walked pass while equally drunk men held mistletoe up trying to get a random kiss. The atmosphere was wild and this is what we wanted. Since we were the only ones basically sober we had to catch up. We bee-lined our way to the bar and order Long Island Ice Tea drinks and tequila shots. We were taking no prisoners that night. “This is to all the women who like to fuck!” Maya shouted our first toast of the night. After we downed our shots it was party time. Ariel and Maya got into the action quick dancing and mingling. I hung back a little and watched the action. Several men came up to me but I wanted to have a date with my Long Island Ice Tea. As I rocked to the music, I realized that my drink was empty. Looking at my watch we hadn't been there no more then 20 minutes. Back to the bar I went for my second drink. After dancing a few more songs Maya and Ariel made their way back to our table with a string of men following them and a tray of tequila shots. “This is for the women who doesn't give a fuck!”
We, the entire crew that we picked up in the bar, decided to leave the bar not after taking two more shots and go the bar across the street. The great thing about Hoboken is that all their bars are all on the same street. Everything is walking distance. As we entered there was a live band playing a song that I had never heard of. But at this point no one cared, we race to the dance floor and started dancing. After more shots and more Long Island Ice Tea's it was 2am and the bar was closing. In two hours I had three Long Island Ice Tea's and 5 tequila shots. Some would say that I was drinking my problems away, I would say that I was having fun.
As we was leaving the bar Ariel was making out with guy and wanted us to come back to his apartment. Even in my drunken state I knew that wasn't the best thing to do. After Maya and I put Ariel in a taxi we started walk (barely walking) to the train station. Feeling vibration in my back pocket, I looked at my phone. “It's Hunter what she I do?” I whispered to Maya. “Why are you whispering drunk lady.” Maya replied back. Laughing I picked up the phone. “Hello.” I was trying to sound sexy and not drunk. What I accomplished was me sounding crazy. “Are you okay?” Hunter asked. “I'm good baby, how are you?” Maya started talking to some guys that was passing us. “Have you been drinking?” When Hunter and I was in Vegas I did some drinking. He became very protective because I can get very flirtatious when I drink. “Just a little bit. Maya and I are in Hoboken. We're getting ready to get a train to go back into the city.” Not realizing what was going on Maya screamed into the phone “Hey Boo.” Laughing at her silliness, “I'm coming to get you both. You shouldn't be taking the train home.” I tried to tell him that it was okay but he wouldn't take no for an answer.
Hunter arrived in Hoboken in 20 minutes. I was a bit nervous because he was going to meet Maya for the first time. What do I say? Do I introduce them like were just friends? My high level of alcohol didn't allow me to fester on the questions. When got into his car Maya, Hunter, and myself all started laughing at the awkwardness of the situation. It was a scene right out of a romantic comedy. Maya and Hunter chatted like they were old friends. No one brought up how Hunter and I knew each other. At Maya's apartment Hunter walked her upstairs to make sure she got in safe. I started to give him directions to my place then stopped. He can't know where I live. This was apart of our arrangement. When I told him about my separation I also told him that I moved into a “new” apartment. I asked Hunter to let me take a taxi home but he wouldn't hear it. When we arrived at my place, he started looking at my pictures of my friends and family and I stood in the middle of my living room waiting for him to leave but he didn't.
Realizing that he wasn't leaving I got into the shower to wash the drunk-ness off. Once I got out the shower Hunter was laying in my bed looking yummy. To drunk to have sex I got into bed and fell asleep in his arms.
The next morning I woke up with Hunter Smith in my bed.
