Tonight, me and my friend went to a hookah lounge. Before we went to a hookah lounge though, I let my friend drink a little. She was so tipsy that she couldn’t even talk straight. By the time I dropped myself off to my place, I asked her to come out of her car just to make sure she was okay to drive home(since I was the designated driver anyway). She said yes, and so I asked her to walk a straight line for me. She did just that, so I thought she was sober enough to drive back home. Before she drove back though, I asked her to call me by the time she gets home. It’s been an hour now since she hasn’t called, and I’m starting to worry about her. I tried calling her phone many of times, but no answer, so I thought she got into an accident or something. Needless to say, her house is only 15 minutes away from my block, so it worried me why it would take that long to call me back. Worried, I called the taxi to pick me up so I can go over her place or just drive around the streets to see if there was a car accident of any sort. But something happened– finally, she called me. I couldn’t be anymore relieved and just so thankful that she’s okay. If anything were to happen to her, I don’t know how I could ever forgive myself, I’d probably just kill myself for all that guilt.
Anyway, moral of the story, I love my best friend and would never let her drink like that again.