It wasn't what I wanted to do on a Friday night, but I knew that I had to. Not because Joann and I were best friends, but because she had been there for me more than once when I needed some support.
See, Joann and her fiancΓ©e had broken up on Tuesday and I hadn't seen her out jogging -or doing anything else for that matter- since. I know that for me after a few days of crying alone I always need someone to talk to. It feels so much better to let things out.
So after work I drove the long way through our apartment complex to make sure that her car was there then headed over to my place.
I checked my snail mail, voice mail and finally my e-mail then sat down to an ever impatient Maceo. He's my cat. And he thinks what he says goes. Though that is not how I see it. He does get a good scritchin' everyday after guarding the apartment we share. He also gets free room and board. It's a costly service indeed.
Finally, everything else has been tended to. It's my turn now. I do love Friday nights. Although normally after some "me time" I go out with my friends for karaoke, drinking and dancing. Not always in that order. I grin happily at that thought, for the last two years of singledom have been truly wonderful. After hanging up my jacket and skirt it is possibly the single greatest moment of any day. Time to take off these God damned pantyhose! Don't get me wrong, they serve their purpose well, but God how I hate them! Anyway, next is the shirt, bra (thank God again!) and finally my panties.
Mmmmm, I do still turn myself on looking at me in the mirror. Draw a hot bath with lavender and proceed to soak the week away getting ready for another ruckus night of...oh shit! I already committed myself to checking in on Joann. Looks like there are going to be at least two of us not hooking up tonight. Sigh.
Throw on some decent sweat pants (Pink!) and a wife beater for some serious relaxin' with a friend in need.
Feed Maceo, turn on a get home late night light and grab a box of Rocks out of the 'fridge. A girl should always have some beers in the 'fridge. You never know when an emergency such as Joann's is going to arrive.
Time to hit the road! Grab my keys and beer and away I go. I follow the sidewalks until six buildings later, up the stairs to the third floor. (I must be on the top row!)
I knocked on the door and waited. I could hear feet padding my way and then the jangle of security locks retracting into their holes. Slowly the door opened and after what seemed like forever out came Joann's head.
Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail sticking through the back of a ball cap. She had a cotton tank top on and a pair of flannel jammie pants. A pair of fuzzy pink slippers finished out her wardrobe. Her eyes were puffy and she had no makeup, but she still looked beautiful.
"Hi."
"I thought you might like a little company so I brought 12 of my friends over," I said showing her the 12-pack. "You want someone to hang with?"
"Uh, yeah, I...I mean sure come on in," she said. "Sorry. Been thinking to much this week, I thought you sang and danced on Friday nights?"
"Well, not when my jogging partner has stood me up three nights in a row!" I smiled as we walked towards the kitchen. The apartment wasn't a total wreck. That seemed like a good sign. She hadn't fallen off a cliff at least.
"I know. I'm sorry I haven't even called since Tuesday. I've barely got any work done and I just haven't had the desire to even move. Oh God look at me I'm a wreck!"
"Hey, don't worry about it. You look great," I said, and she did.
We are about the same height -about 5'8"- but she is much more curvaceous than I am. That wouldn't make me so jealous if she didn't wear it in all the right places! Sigh.
"Oh cut the shit. I'm a mess," she laughed.
I laughed with her as I put the beer in the 'fridge and spied a couple of nice bottles of wine.
"Hey, where is our phone? I'm gonna order us some pizza to go with your wine and my beer."
"You didn't even bring your phone? Jesus, Jen, you don't even jog without your cell phone," she said. "I didn't know you could detach yourself from it!"
"Yeah, well, tonight, dear Jo, it's just you and me, a pizza delivery guy and some alcohol," I laughed.
She laughed too. It was a wonderfully musical sound that filled any room. The relief on her face was obvious at the at least temporary distraction.
"So what is the plan for tonight," I asked.
"Oh I was gonna watch football. I graduated from Western and they are playing Central State tonight," she said. "That's why I have on the Western hat and matching pants."
"I see. So you aren't opposed to a little tailgate party with me?" I'm a huge football fan so this might be better than I originally thought.
"Oh God no! I am so happy you showed up. The thought of being alone another night was threatening to throw me right back in my hole," she replied.
I smiled.
By the time the pizza arrived we'd finished a bottle of wine and started the other one. We'd seen all the SportsCenter we could stand and were waiting rather impatiently for the kickoff of the game.
"Jen, are you trying to get me drunk," Joann asked me playfully.
"Nope," I said grinning, "I believe I already have!"
We both laughed like it was the funniest thing we had ever heard.
At the opening kickoff I reached down to the coffee table for another slice of pizza only to find the box was empty.
"God, Joann, we ate the whole fucking thing already," I exclaimed.
"Oh shit, we're a couple of pigs! Look," she giggled, "we're all out of wine too. You want a beer?"
"Yup, I'm ready."
Joann came back into he living room with a couple of open Rolling Rocks and sat on the couch with me. We were at opposite ends when she pulled a blanket off the back. We both stretched out to get comfy with my legs behind hers. By the time we finally got settled Central State had scored a touchdown.
"Shit," she yelled.
"Easy there, girlfriend, the game just started."
She giggled. "I know but I hate losing to Central. We only ever beat them once the whole time I was at Western and that was my freshman year."
As the game progressed towards halftime we yelled at the refs, coaches and players. Occasionally making beer runs to the kitchen and commercial breaks trips to the bathroom. When the halftime whistle blew I figured it was time to get Joann to open up.
I looked at her.
"So how ya been, Jo," I asked.
She sat up in the middle of the couch with a sigh. She reached for the empty beer bottles on the coffee table and began to rise.
"Jo, I'm serious. As much fun as this is to watch the game, I really came over here to make sure you're okay."
She returned a couple of minutes later with more beer and sat down next to me.
"I'm okay, Jen," she said, "I think both of us knew this was coming. It just hurts for a while when it happens, ya know?"