The Weekend

I needed a night or two out after a needy Thanksgiving. I know how much I care about *Scott but my life cannot revolve around him. Some times I have to do things for me. So last Friday I decided to go out for drinks with my sister *Legs. It was for a pre-birthday celebration with her friends *Haiti and *Jamaica. I had told *Scott I was heading out a few minutes before I had left. Yes, I did feel guilty having fun without him though. We ended up going to Friday’s. At the table everyone started to order their drinks when I noticed I couldn’t find my drivers license. I knew that I had not lost it and figured *Scott must have still had it from the weekend we went out in Atlantic City. I told him that thanks to him I couldn’t drink but secretly I knew he was happy. Throughout the night we sent the occasional message to each other about the Knicks game that was on since I was able to watch it. I missed him so much but I enjoyed my time making jokes and telling stories. I planned for another night out with *Legs. This time we went to Cococabana in NYC. There was bottle service so I knew I would have fun. I had contacted *Scott early that day to let him know that I was going to stop by his place to pick up my id before I went out. When I arrived he didn’t have a smile on his face. He handed me my id and was like have fun. I got so upset. I let him know what time I would return and asked him for his keys so I wouldn’t wake him up. I left immediately and as soon as I got back to my car I called him and asked if he really wanted me to stay. His famous line is, “It’s up to you”. I hate that. I hate it because I know he wants me to he just wouldn’t say it. So I assured him that while I am out will be careful and not drink too much. I know he worries about people taking advantage of me while I am drunk. Fast forward to the club- it was cool. The inside was really nice and the music at the beginning was all right too. I did have a drink or two but not too much and I met a few nice girls. After a while the club started to get crowded and I was quickly over the music since I don’t like hip-hop clubs. There was only but so much of guys grabbing me that I could take before I knew it was time to leave. I wanted to get home to my honey bear. I also knew if I would drink anymore I would be too drunk to drive home. So I left and snuck into bed while *Scott slept. The next morning he woke me up to wonderful cuddling, kissing, and that “I’m going to fuck you really good just incase you forgot what you left at home last night” sex. He is my favorite person hands down.