My “Peach Margarita” Experience
I had plans to see a very good friend of mine for a night of fun on a Saturday evening. My friend text me Saturday afternoon asking what I was up to that day and I replied saying nothing much really. I asked her the same question back. My friend said she just got off of work and was home alone. I was thinking it would be a wonderful idea to drive over to her house and see her. I could sense something was not feeling right since she told me she was home alone. I instantly was thinking, “boyfriend break-up,” probably. I told my friend I was running a couple errands and wondered if I could stop by to see her. She replied back saying it was a terrific idea. As I was nearing close to finishing up my errands, I drove to her house in kind of bad traffic on a Saturday evening.
As I neared my friend’s house, I gave her a call that I was at her house since no one was at home. She was at a nearby restaurant with a friend for dinner and said she will be on her way shortly. I was really excited to see her since I haven’t seen my friend for awhile. As my friend pulled up to the driveway with her friend, she came out of the car looking like a hot “mamacita” all dolled up and glam for the night. After her friend left, we talked about going to a casino that night. I was feeling hungry so I asked her if she wanted to get some food before the casino night. My friend said she already ate, but would love to have a drink with me at the restaurant.
