AWI: Arguing While Influenced

OK, Friday night, just got paid, me and the lady live it up– all the time. We’re at my buddies club, same club (former owner) that gave me a bottle of Moet because I told her I was a one woman man now, same club I met Indie Arie twice, same club Derek Jeter, Ray Lewis can be seen in. So we get it in, last I know tab is over 100– which is not much but alot for a non-celbratory regular Friday. The club is closing the missus is hungry she goes to the late night pizza parlor to get something to eat.

Micki : Tif, do you want anything to eat?
Me: No
Micki: Are you sure, we’ve been drinking all night, we haven’t had dinner?
Me: I’m good, I’ma meet my man at the bar and you hit me when you have the food

So I go have a drink with my man approximately 100 feet where she is ordering food, we do this often, I have a nitecap while she gets some late night vittles. So she calls me, I join up with her and we’re a few blocks away from home when we have an argument neither one of us can recall. We also do this often, the stubburn Taurus in me vs. the Ivy League “I’m always right chick” — add alcohol and it’s a terrible combination. We argue all the way home and she has to use the restroom upon entry in our house. I say “I’ma eat your cheesesteak!”–in spite, as I was hungering about the time. She says “you better not!”. So the night ends for the both of us, as we are too drunk to recall what happened.

The next day and the week following, she jokingly retells the story of how after everything I stated above occurred, she returned from the bathroom and apparently I ate her entire cheesesteak. I think to myself: “damn I must of been mad at her, no way I can choke down an entire cheeseteak in 5 minutes.” She thus went through the fridge and ate every leftover I had in spite. Made for a funny story to our friends because I never eat an entire meal at one setting, and how I ate her cheesesteak that she waited for at about 3AM in the morning– out of spite.

Micki brang this story up several times during the week. Everyone laughed and chided me for being an asshole, yaddy, yadda, yadda. She also brought up the fact that I hadn’t Spic ‘N Spanned the kitchen because it had a smell. I had cleaned the kitchen and had no idea where the smell was coming from. On Saturday I do a thourough cleaning of the kitchen, and behind a sign that her sister had given us that states “Tresspassers will be given a shot”, I discovered a wrapped object. There behind this sign that graced our kitchen “island space”– was a cheesesteak.

I guess I hid her cheesesteak to spite her, and to humble her furious argumentation ,and forgot to tell her I was just joking– here’s your cheeesteak.

Oops my bad.