Two Friends, Three Appletini's, A Plate of Bleu Balls, and A Year's Worth of Wisdom

Last night my good friend Kendell and I went out for late drinks and appetizers and one of my favorite restaurants ((it's a chill lil' spot so I'm not going to give out the name, that way there will aways be a free seat for when I decided to slide through )). "Our Spot" [our = close friends and associates] is usually not too packed when we go because the half price martinis and appetizers combination is only on Wednesday nights from 10 to midnight, and not too many people are off through the week to take full advantage of that special offer.

The "outing" was pretty cool, we don't see much of each other, because we both work and go to school. We walked in and didn't have to wait for a seat, and that in and of itself is a blessing. I didn't think we would have that much to talk about because, for the most part, even though I hate to admit it, not much goes on in our lives. Just the day to day: work, school, home, and then repeat the next day. Every once in awhile, something might pop off.

Conversation went pretty much like normal, until we got on the subject of being SAVED. The truth is I'm still struggling with trying to balance my life as a saved person and a regular twenty-two year old. I got the groundwork down. No drinking [That was easy to give up]. No drugs [DRUG FREE is definitely the way to be]. No clubs <-- for the most part. The other two major ones are still a work in progress, but since I'm single, don't believe in casual sex, and have always known that you don't have to give up the panties to every guy that takes you to the movies, the premarital sex is well on its way out. I have to be real though, some days, nights. afternoons, etc. are harder than others, but I do the best I can. Now the cussing, well ... I really don't cuss that much. Just don't make me mad. lol. Like Steve Harvey always says, "Don't trip, GOD ain't through with me yet." Kendall mentioned that she didn't want to go back to church until she had gotten herself together. Now I'll be the FIRST to admit I'm by no means a saint. I've done dirt and don't see myself not making any mistakes in the future, but I DO know that AS PEOPLE, WE CAN'T FIX OURSELVES. We have to let GOD show himself mighty in our lives. There are somethings that only he can make right. If we could do it all on our own, we'd all be perfect. GOD is the only perfect one and through him and only him are we made whole. After I dropped that pearl of wisdom, she asked me the dreaded question, "Well of that's the case, do you feel like a hypocrite when you get mad and cuss somebody out and what about all the T.I. and Lil' Wayne music you love so much?"

While I thought about her question, she downed two Appletini's. "Honestly, no I don't feel like a hypocrite," I answered. "As humans, we are going to make mistakes. The important thing is to repent, and ask GOD to help with whatever shortcomings may present in our lives. As far as the music goes ... nothing comes before GOD and I think as long as you keep him first, you can enjoy other things." Kendall shook her head as if to say she was in agreement with what I said.

After she had drank those two drinks, I got hungry. I absolutely LOVE Chicken Cordon Bleu balls from our spot. They give you about fifteen of them and serve them with a creamy ranch sauce, and don't forget it was half price Wednesdays, so I got the late night dinner for $4.50. It wasn't quit heaven, but it was most definitely a good place. YERP! <-- Anybody who visited Pine Bluff in the past few years knows what that means.

By the time Kendall's last Martini came she was in a good place of her own. Everything was funny to her and the truth about things that happened years ago began to spring forth like water. She started confessing about things that happened before I even moved here. But in the mist of all of her drunk talk, she dropped knowledge about life. She told me of past mistakes and made me promise to not make the same mistakes that she had. Kendall doesn't have to worry about that though, because I can't afford to make her mistakes and mine too. I've been blessed to learn from the mistakes of others, so that I won't have to suffer the same consequences.

We were on our way to the car, and as we approached we heard a man yelling "AYE". We both kept walking ((because we are by no means Ladies of the Night)) until I realized that my purse was unzipped, so I figured I had dropped something in the street, and he was trying to let me know. I don't know why I think everybody is a good Samaritan. I stopped for a split second and the man hit reverse. I looked around and didn't see Kendall ANYWHERE, but I heard her feet beating the pavement. I yelled out, "WAIT!! Don't leave me!" As I made a sprint towards the car, and nearly knocked two of my front teeth out, I realized something ... we were the crazy ones for being out at midnight. It's a shame though, I guess I can't even go out with the homies from now on, unless I'm rocking head busa' stilettos and packing a can full of mase!!