Cocaine Princess here.
Most of the time my weekends are spent with my sister. We live in the same house but because of our schedule we sometimes don't see each other much. By the time I wake up she's left for work or by the time she gets home I've left. So on the weekends it's when the two of us catch up with the other and talk about what we did during the week etc. Usually we have dinner and I pick the restaurant but this weekend she did. It was one of those casual laid back franchise restaurants. I didn't mind but I told her right away I wanted to sit far away from the bar in case a sporting event was on. As luck would have it the Euro Cup was on. I have no idea who was playing or who won.
We're sitting in a booth waiting for our drinks which took forever to arrive. Lately when I go out to a restaurant I've become somewhat quite critical and paying particular attention to the service ever since I've started watching Hell's Kitchen and Kitchen Nightmares. I have no desire to cook and have no intention to now or ever but I can't stop watching both shows. I sit on the sofa with my eyes glued to the tube. Those who watch the shows know what a screaming lunatic Chef Ramsay is. If one of the chefs does something wrong or if the food doesn't go out in time he'll demand the chef look him straight in the eye so he can degrade and humiliate that chef with obscenities while stripping away their self respect. The chefs take his verbal abuse by responding with 'yes Chef Ramsay. I'm sorry Chef Ramsay. I'll do better next time Chef Ramsay.'
I was keeping time and it took 40 minutes for the appetizers to arrive. 'A' ordered the cheesy nacho platter and I ordered the salad. I'm looking at her platter and the layers of cheese was still bubbling. She broke apart some of the nachos causing the cheese to stretch and then dipped it into the container of sour creme. She caught me looking at her and 'A' said, 'I never should have ordered this, you have that shoot coming up.' 'No it's fine,' I replied. She picked up her napkin and wiped her mouth. 'Then why is your mouth drooling?' she asked. 'Because of my salad, it's so delicious. Yum.' It wasn't yummy at all but everything else on the menu was fattening. I leaned in and took a whiff of the nachos, they smelled so good! 'I'm going to call the waiter and tell him to bring me something else.' 'No don't do that. I'm going to feel bad if you do,' I explained. 'And I'm going to feel bad and guilty eating this in front of you.' 'As long as you feel bad, it's fine,' I said jokingly. My will power is strong. As we're eating my phone rings. 'You changed your ring tone,' said 'A'. 'Yeah I downloaded a new song.' Previously it was Elevator by Flo-rida and Timbaland. Now it's Madonna's Give It 2 Me. It was Valentina. 'That girl has impeccable timing,' 'A' stated. Valentina questioned what I was doing and I told her. 'I know that restaurant, it doesn't have a dress code,' she said. 'No there's no dress code,' I said back. 'Then why are you eating there?' 'You know 'A' and I have our weekly sister outing,' I explained. 'A' knew Valentina was talking about her and just rolled her eyes. 'What did you order?' I informed her I was eating a salad and following that would be a bowl of soup from their calorie wise menu. She then wanted to know what 'A' ordered and I told her. 'You're eating rabbit food and she's shoving nachos down her throat in front of you knowing you have a photo shoot? Tell her she should be ashamed of herself.' 'I already told her something similar.' 'What are you up to?' I then asked. 'Nothing really. I'm at home, daddy's gone out. Did you receive an invitation?' 'To sandbox island? Yeah I received it. Would it kill that woman to host it at the house in Puerto Rico?' 'The house in San Juan is under renovations.' 'Last time we all met for Easter dinner. What is the dinner for this time?' 'I'm not sure. Maybe she misses us all. Are you going?' 'I don't think so,' I replied. 'You're not declining because SB is going to be there? You know daddy prohibited him from communicating with you in any form.' 'Valentina he could move across the street from me and I could care less.' 'I don't think that will ever happen.' 'Is he even invited?' 'I'm guessing he is,' she said back. 'If he knows you're coming he's definitely going to be there.' 'Why would he even care if I go or not?' 'Oh he cares princess, trust me.' I paused for a moment. 'Valentina don't tell me you've been in contact with him?' I questioned. Valentina gasped. 'Of course I haven't. I wouldn't do that to you,' she answered. 'T-120 called me and he said SB still cares for you and regrets what he did.' 'T-120? Why would he have contacted SB?' 'He didn't. SB contacted T-120 after finding out he was back home,' she explained. 'I spoke to him and he didn't mention anything about SB.' 'Why would he? He knows better. But he told me and little does he know that I tell you everything.' At that moment a cloud of gloom came over me as I thought about the mistake I made. 'Why did I even start dating SB? Everyone warned me, don't date him, stay away from that guy. Did I listen? No. Stupid me starts dating him.' 'You can't blame yourself princess and the things that are being said now, daddy knows all about it and set SB's side of the camp straight. It wasn't so much of setting them straight as it was a heavy warning I heard. Just be glad you didn't marry SB, although it would have been one hell of a party princess!' 'That doesn't make me feel better,' I said and then told her I didn't want to talk about him anymore and went back to the subject of the dinner party. 'Why aren't you going?' 'I don't want to go without you. I feel unbalanced going to a party if you're not by my side. I need my best friend.' she explained. 'Of course you need me. You need someone to share your shenanigans with.' 'Beside T-120 have some of the others been calling you?' 'Non stop,' I answered. One of them called and woke 'A' up in the middle of the night asking why I wasn't answering my cell and putting her into a state of panic when she couldn't get a hold of me. I left my phone at home.' 'I read some of their comments. See I'm not the only one who thinks 'A's' been switched at birth.' 'Didn't daddy confirm she wasn't and then told you to stop with your theories that she was?' 'He did but daddy can't stop me from thinking about it,' she replied.
By the time I finished talking to Valentina the main course had come. I was sprinkling black pepper into my soup when 'A' said, 'you know I don't meddle in your personal life, the less I know the better. But I know about you and SB. I'm not saying this because you're my little sister I'm saying it because I mean it. It was such an awful time for all of us especially for you when you began to date him and he took advantage of you being vulnerable. Whatever presently is occurring in your life I don't know but whatever it is I know the fault lies not with you. Anyone who says otherwise isn't your friend.'
I suppose it's human nature to judge a person or have some pre-conceived idea of what type of person they are based on what's being said about them, without first getting to truly know that individual as a human being. The person being talked about may put up a tough appearance but we sometimes forget how some words can wound a person on an emotional level. We're so quick to believe the negative and not the positive. If everyone is saying it, it must be true.
Let's say for arguments sake my sister was switched at birth. I don't care because despite our day and night personalities and lifestyles I love my switched at birth sister to death and would do anything for her, including sitting through an Eagles concert simply because she asked me to come along.
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
