Miami

Ever been to South Beach?

I’ve been there twice for (alleged) pleasure this year.
The first was for the Food and Wine festival.
The tickets to view all things Alton had me thrilled.
And I did draw pleasure from that excursion.
Went with my friend AB, who was near and dear.

We planned to go back to South Beach.
This time for a festival called Aquagirl.
I bought my ticket, hers was a gift from an old flame.
SoBe it. Ha. Pun intended.
Off we go…

Me driving for 6 hours with my failing a/c.
She texting and yakking to her girlfriend of 3 weeks.

The weekend was about being a good samaritan. I get that now.
I assisted with a couple of intoxicated women, one destitute Colombian and one crazy friend.

The first night was fine. I had a good time helping my pal help her friend.
We ate breakfast at 8am after an all-nighter with no sleep.
She helped me figure out a problem I was having with a staff member and she fed me Cuban toast and eggs.
The sure-fire cure for whatever ails me.

But then the weekend plummeted and spiraled out of control.
My dear friend decided to choose the new and exciting over the old and familiar.
That’s when all broke loose out of Hell.

She split. Sayanara. Hasta la vista. Ciao. Au revoir.
Left. No word. No notice. No kiss my ass. No fuck you.

Oh the joys of friendships.

Now?

Well she still hasn’t phoned to see if I’m dead. It’s been a week, but who’s counting?

Wait. I must tell you that she DID send me a couple of email forwards.
You know, the kind I can rarely open due to my dial-up predicament?
Yeah. Forwards. Large attachments and such.
I asked her to remove me from that list.

Her response?

She asked me to remove her from her life due to my ignorance.
Wow. My ignorance.

I guess she’s right.
I must be ignorant to think my friends wouldn’t trash a 7 year friendship over a 3 week tryst.
Do I have to remind her that it took 2 years of her pleas just to get me to talk to her again?
And talk to her, I did. Because we all forgive eventually.

Not this time.
This time I’m gonna be smart and realize that if a chance for a facade arises in my friends, they’ll screw me.
And not in a good way, either.

Remember this AB, you were the one who trashed it.
The second time’s a charm, no?

No more charms for this idiot.

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