“…But Avery everytime we have this conversation we come to the same conclusion…the nigga is crazy.” Avery was every frauds worst nightmare. She could read you like a book. Well every fraud except the ones who tried to persue her. She gets everyone else’s motives though. It’s funny how things work like that. You know what’s good enough for everyone but the one who matters the most. Yourself. Avery invited me to Miami to “celebrate” her divorce. This is just what I need. Clear water, warm sand and new faces.
“Hell yeah he’s crazy! I mean look at me. I have it all together…had it all”…
Girl please…this is supposed to be a celebration not a pity party. He lost out not you. It’s okay to miss him. But do just that… miss the possibilities not the actuality. In actuality he’s moved on with whats her name. You have to move on too… That’s what I wanted to say but in an effort to keep our friendship I insisted on “You still have it together, don’t worry about him!” Empathy has never been one of my strong points. Friends or not.
This view is breathtaking. Thank God for heated pools and views of the ocean. My every thought is floating with the waves. The breeze is light and drowns in my hair everytime it hits me. The sun seems brighter here. Or maybe I just hate D.C. I want to love it there but every chance I get I leave it where it is and cheat on it with another city. A more beautiful one. Not physically beautiful but emotionally. In Miami I don’t have to drive or catch the metro. I don’t have a responsibility in the world here. My emotions are emotionless. Here I can just be. Although Avery’s bag of divorce emotions is starting to make me dislike her. I have to break the monotony.
“C’mon Av! We are in the most beautiful city on the East Coast. Let’s throw a party! You have this gorgeous home. Let’s put it to use.” That’s why I’m here right?!”
Hopefully her lawyer friends have some good intel about the “chain of causation” that ultimately led to the divorce. Not the typical the other woman was more freaky, beautiful with silky hair story Avery keeps trying to sell me. That would only inspire me to sleep.
“So Estelle, how long have you known the lovely Avery Jones?”
“Not too long maybe about 2 years now. I needed a lawyer to help me sort some things out with a few book deals.”
“Absolutely, I’m looking forward to your next piece of work.”
“Oh so you’re a fan of my work, Drew is it?”
“Drew it is and indeed I am. Avery raved about your writing at work so I had to see for myself. You’re gorgeous”
“Smart man. But am I gorgeous or was my work good?” He laughs. As much as I enjoyed our small talk. He just wasn’t my type. Too star struck…too short…too lawyer.
The next morning I woke up with a slight headache, I guess because of the back to back mango margaritas. Thankfully no new lawyer “friend” was lying next too me.
What’s next Miami? I kept waiting for something to happen. The party was a bore, but I have the whole week ahead of me to explore and make this trip meet my expectations.
Hey Av! Let’s hit the cuban spot. I’m hungry as hell.