This weekend I witnessed a horrible breakup. A friend of mine and her boyfriend in a cigar bar. I hate cigar bars but I went with her to the cigar bar so her boyfriend could breakup with her face to face. I was sitting on a stool next to a stranger holding a bud light that I didn't feel like drinking. I was tipsy from a horrible gin and tonic from the previous bar. We sat there and tried to talk to give them some privacy but I could still hear most of the conversation. She left the bar in tears. I would have too.
The cab ride home was an argument with the cabbie. I don't even remember what it was about just that I was trying to keep the peace. I ended up paying a $35.00 cab fare. I just wanted to get home and get to bed.
My friend seems to be doing ok and has completely cut her ex out of her life. I wish I had suck a "fuck you attitude" when it comes to breakups but instead I usually wallow in self pity and stalk their facebook page while crying. It's quite a pretty picture.
This weekend I'm baking cookies with my mom. Quite the turn around from the previous weekend of well gin, tears and angry cabbies.