Cocaine Princess here.'The damn cat needs to be shot.' I didn't say anything but Valentina of course continued talking with her eyes fixated on Senor Bling. 'Who would have thought he would be invited but then again why wouldn't he be, everyone else is here.' She then looked at me. 'Aren't you going to say anything?' 'I'm thirsty?' I replied. 'You're thirsty? That's it?' she asked. 'I'm very thirsty. I need a coke,' I said. And then it happened. Valentina does this thing: she raises her left eyebrow and a tiny curl of a smile occurs on the corner of her mouth. In poker when a person is bluffing they sometimes have a tell tale sign, they may scratch their head or their nose do a twitch or something that is repetitive. A raised eyebrow and a tiny curl of a smile isn't a bluff sign for Valentina. It's more of a warning sign she's about to do something mischievous. 'Valentina whatever you're planning on doing just forget it,' I said. She didn't listen and got up. 'Oh God it's too late,' I thought to myself. 'What is she going to do?' She started walking towards to where they were all sitting. From behind she gave her daddy a hug and then a kiss on the cheek while staring at Senor Bling. Valentina gave him another look before walking away. On her back to me she made a stop at the bar speaking to the bartender and then returned herself sitting next to me. 'What was that about?' I asked. 'I felt like giving daddy a hug,' she replied. 'Really? You felt like giving him a hug?' 'And a kiss,' she added. 'You didn't feel like doing that ten minutes ago. And the fact that Senor Bling is sitting over there had nothing to do with it?' I asked. She looked back. 'I didn't notice he was sitting there,' she answered. Valentina did a good job of holding things together until she started to laugh. 'My God,' I said. 'What is the matter with you? There must be an anti-mischievous pill on the market for you to take. If not maybe daddy's chemists can come up with something.' 'Don't you think if they could it would have been created by now?' she said back. The waiter came by and placed two drinks in front of us on the table. They were each in tall glasses and neither of them resembled a coke. Instead the drinks consisted of orange and red colors blended together and garnished with an orange slice and a cherry. 'This is a Tequila Sunrise,' Valentina said pointing to the left glass, 'and the other is a Tequila Sunset.' 'Who are they for?' I questioned. 'For us,' she answered. 'One for me and one for you. Take your pick.' 'I wanted a coke,' I told her. 'Yeah I know but these are so much better. So which one do you want, sunrise or sunset?' she asked me again. 'Neither,' I replied. 'I drink either one of those and I'll be unconscious for about a week.' 'You say that like it's a bad thing,' she replied. 'I know you have trouble sleeping. These drinks are guaranteed to make you fall asleep tonight.' 'Or put me in a coma,' I said. 'When was the last time you had a full 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep?' she asked. I told her I couldn't remember. I sleep maybe 3-4 hours each night. '3-4 hours is not good,' Valentina said. 'You need sleep. Besides a glass of alcohol every night is suppose to be good for you. I read that in the New England Journal Of Medicine.' You know how sometimes you laugh so hard tears form in your eyes? This is what happened to me and thankfully my mascara was waterproof. After I stopped laughing and nearly falling off the sofa I asked, 'since when do you read the New England Journal Of Medicine?' 'I don't,' she answered. 'I read it in another magazine where they mentioned it and...look just pick one and drink it.' I told Valentina I was familiar with the article and informed her it wasn't tequila but a glass of red wine but still doctors cautioned people to consult their family G.P. before committing themselves to drinking a glass every night. I don't like to drink because my track record with alcohol is not good. When I turned 18 I thought wow! I'm 18. I'm an adult, I'm legal. So for my birthday I thought it would be fun doing shots. Fun no. Stupid yes. I didn't even get a chance to blow out my candles because I spent the entire night vomiting in the bathroom and for the next two days I was stuck in bed feeling so sick. On the third day I was finally able to blow out my candles and cut my cake. I love Pina Coladas but unfortunately if I drink them I break out in itchy hives. My favorite, favorite drink of choice would have to be Margaritas. I love the taste, the color, the scent, the look of it and licking the salt off the rim. Each time I drink one I feel dizzy, wobbly and so head-achy that I need to lie down which results in me going out like a light. And I get the same reaction to all other drinks. Someone suggested not to drink on an empty stomach. The only problem with that is the food just sits there and doesn't digest and then I feel sick on top of everything else. Alcohol doesn't react well with my body so I just gave up on it. On the very rare occasion I may have a glass of wine or some champagne only if I am in dire need of sleep but even then I sometimes won't. At every party there's usually one individual with a coke in their hands, that's me. 'If you're not going to have a drink then give daddy a hug and kiss but not from behind, go in front so Senor Bling will have a clear view of your derrière,' Valentina said. I closed my eyes and shook my head. 'I'm not doing that.' 'Then walk up to the bar, stand there for a couple of minutes, pretend you're ordering a drink and walk back. And when you do walk do your model walk.' I needed to ask Valentina a question. 'Are you sure you didn't have a couple of drinks before coming here tonight?' 'I'm sober,' she answered. 'Then why are you telling me to do these things?' I asked her. 'To make Senor Bling know you don't care or feel uncomfortable he's here in the same room as you are,' she explained. 'Valentina he could walk in here with a Playmate on each arm and sit right across from me and I wouldn't care nor would I feel uncomfortable.' 'Then let him know you don't care.' 'I'm not going to prove anything especially not to him,' I said back. Valentina got up again. 'Oh no,' I said. 'Don't worry. I just feel like sitting across from you,' she replied. And I knew why, she was now in direct view of Senor Bling. 'Aren't you upset what he did to you?' she asked me. 'Because I know I was upset.' 'You think I was thrilled? Of course I was upset but it's over and done with. I'm passed it,' I answered back. 'You're passed it? Dear God. You see what living in Canada has done to you- all that cold and snowy weather has made you un-Latin.' 'Un-Latin? I don't think that's even a word Valentina. But I can see you're not passed it.' 'And I never will for the way he hurt you,' she said. 'Why aren't you angry? You were more angry at your cleaning lady for bringing Fred over.' Valentina is a little old school on some things. When it comes to revenge she believes in 'an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.' 'So you're mad at me for not being mad enough at Senor Bling?' I questioned her. 'Sort of, yes,' she answered back. 'Valentina what do you want me to do?' I asked her. 'Walk over there and kick his head open?' 'I bet you could in those killer stilettoes,' she said looking at my feet. I was wearing my gold pair with the 4 1/2 inch heel. Sometimes in life you have to pick and choose your battles, determine which ones are worth fighting for and which ones aren't. There was no point in me getting revenge or fighting with Senor Bling since I didn't want anything to do with him. 'Looking at him you feel nothing?' she questioned. 'Nothing,' I answered. 'No old feelings are re-surfacing?' 'I swear to you, I swear on all that is holy, I feel absolutely, positively nothing for him.' Valentina just stared at me and didn't say a word. 'Do you not trust me?' I questioned her. 'Of course I do, with my life. It's him I don't trust,' she answered back. 'What do you think he's going to do to me? Drug and kidnap me to some deserted island?' I said. 'If it wasn't for daddy he probably would do that and brainwash you into thinking he's the love of your life. You need to do something.' I just flung my head back and signed. I looked at the drinks, they were beginning to sweat and I was so tempted not to drink one but both sunrise and sunset and hoping it would put me into a coma, anything that would put an end in talking about Senor Bling. 'Just explain how can you be so calm being in the same room with him? When was the last time you saw him?' 'When I broke up with him,' I replied. 'And if I recall two weeks into dating him you started looking at bridal magazines for bridesmaid dresses for yourself.' 'That was before I knew about him,' she replied back. 'I knew about him. I just chose not to listen to my heart. I was determined to prove it wrong but you can't because it's always right. So in a way it's my fault for what he did to me because I dated him.' Valentina gasped. 'How can you say that- it's your fault?' she stated. 'Because in a way it is. I was warned about him,' I replied. 'So? That doesn't mean anything. Why don't you just stick a knife in my heart. It'll be less painful than hearing you say it's your fault,' she said. Valentina looked at him again. 'He came here alone,' she observed. 'I bet he knew you were coming alone and thought if he came alone too you'd be under the impression he was single too and maybe you would change your mind and get back together with him.' 'What is it going to take for you to believe I will never, not even if he was the last man on earth and I was the last woman on earth be with him?' I asked her. 'In my opinion he got off easy- you let him off too easy,' she stated. 'Would you like it if I forgave him and took him back? And after a few months do to him what he did to me?' I questioned Valentina. 'No! Bite your tongue and bite it hard,' she answered. 'You're not planning on doing that are you?' 'No, I'm not that cruel,' I replied. 'That's your problem. You need to replace your sweetness with some venom,' she stated. 'Valentina listen to me and please listen good. Senor Bling could be standing right in front of me naked, drenched in honey and you know what my first reaction would be? Find a bee-keeper and tell him to release the bees.' An approving look finally appeared on Valentina's face. She said, 'daddy taught you so well.' 'I don't recall him telling me to use bees as a method of revenge,' I told her. 'Now are you or are you not planning on having one of these drinks?' she asked me again. 'Do I get my laptop back?' 'No,' she replied. 'Then I'm not drinking either of those.' I wasn't too bothered about not having my laptop, I just wrote in long hand. When the waiter came by I asked him for a coke but what I should have been doing was paying attention to Valentina. She had her phone out and said to me, 'do me a favor, can you turn around just for a second.' I should have asked why but I didn't. I could hear several cell phones ringing and each person began to see if it was theirs. It was Senor Bling's. I turned back and looked at Valentina. 'I just sent him a text,' she said..............
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
