On Probation

So, B and I have patched things up a little bit. Actually, it was quite a bit considering we're pretty much back to our routine friendship after yesterday.

I'm here tonight, crashing on her couch, as per usual. We had a fun night of bowling, drinks, and a hella-long drive to Jersey to bring a girl from work home so she wouldn't have to ride the train and bus tonight.

Last night, I called B to ask if she wanted to partake in tonight's festivites for the co-worker who's last week it was. When we decide to go out together, we always carpool. So I popped my usual question of whether she or I were to take a car into the city. I called her at her office, and she said she would get back to me later.

I got a page from work later from the front door and called the proper extension. "You're driving," said the voice. Pause.

"Huh," I said, taking a minute to register. B was downstairs, talking with her now ex-boyfriend-- don't ask me, it's weird about those two, and I joined them for a minute.

The next thing I know, I'm being dragged to Bloomingdale's to help B shop for a handbag. We decided to take the train home together, then decided to get off at my stop to get my car. The whole way home to her house we chatted. As if nothing had happened over the last two months. Things were pretty much back to normal.

Considering that the last ride we took together was pretty much silent space, I decided to ask about our status as friends. "Am I on probation," I joked. "Yeah," she said with a smile.

Which brings us to tonight. On the way to her car, the lot of us grabbed a slice of pizza. B and I were in queue for the rest room and I decided to drive her home. (We switched cars this morning because she couldn't drive stick.) B was a little fucked up from the shots she had, so I bargained for the keys. I also made a deal that she would respect my honesty from now on. "On one condition," I started. "You have to tell me why you were mad at me."

"It wasn't what you said that made me mad," she answered. "It was that you got offended."

Offended? For being honest?? Her drunken-yet-honest answer was yes.

I still can't wrap that one around my head. But the important thing is that we're friends again.

(On a side note, the ride home was pretty funny. The whole way back from Jersey, she was passed out, but managed to mumble "Cold!" whenever I rolled the window down too low to have a smoke. After the fifth time (it was a long drive,) it became pretty funny. For me at least.)