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“What? That’s not a thing.” He shakes his head.
“I’ve never liked cheeseburgers.”
“That’s bullshit, you’re joking, right? Everybody likes cheeseburgers!”
“I like cheese and I like burgers, but I do not like them together.”
“I don’t understand you,” he shakes his head.
“It’s not rocket science, and it’s always been this way. I’ve known you for what … fifteen years, and seriously you can’t remember that one tiny detail? After all the meals that we’ve eaten together?”
“I never order your damn shit man, why the hell do I need to keep tabs on your likes and dislikes? I’m not dating you.” He shakes his head.
“You would be so fucking lucky,” I say using a French fry to drag the cheese off the patty. It does smell good, but I’m not about to jeopardize my taste to eat something as rank as melted cheese mixing with the beef. Cheese doesn’t belong on meat, just like pineapples do not belong on pizza, or forks in power outlets. It’s not hard to remember and it’s not hard to understand.
Once I’m satisfied, I take my first bite and my eyes roll into the back of my head in pleasure.
This is immaculate. The beef is so juicy and there’s something smokey yet, sweet about it that I cannot quite figure out.
“You’re right, this is some good meat,” I tell him just as he takes his final bite.
“So, back to the mystery girl. You guys took off right after we left the club, then you went off in the opposite direction from us, and took the limo. We had to call a car and figure out where the hell our hotel was since you took our driver who knew all the things we needed to know.”
“Yeah, man I have no clue where we went or what happened. I could have sworn that we spent the entire night together. I think there was more to that night, but I’m not entirely sure.”
“From what I remember, she was hot as hell. Her friends weren’t half bad either.”
“I wish I could remember.” I say shaking my head.
We finish the rest of our lunch, shoot the shit for a little bit then he leaves, and I get back to work while he leaves me alone with the thoughts that I’ve been avoiding by staying late and busy at work.
Something is irking me about the whole Vegas trip and I’m not completely sure that I’m okay with it.
* * *
I toss the shot down my throat and my fingers grab another, poised and ready to take that one as well. But I’m waiting for the rest of the guys to catch up.
It’s Marcus’s wedding day and the guys and I are doing what we do best.
Pre-celebrating the event.
“I think this should be the last shot that we take, you know, because I’ve got to get up there and say those special words,” Marcus says with a slight slur. He doesn’t have a very high tolerance.
“Just one more,” Jason says holding up his shot.
We all follow suit and after a count of three, take our shot and slam the shot glass down on the table.
“This is the last day of the rest of your life, you’re getting married, the first and probably only one of us to do so. We’re just saying our goodbyes.” Jason says. “Plus, your lady doesn’t have a hot bridesmaid, what the fuck is up with that? I need these shots to be able to get through this wedding, since I certainly won’t be hooking up.”
“Why do you have to be such a sleezeball?” Devin asks.
“Hey, today is the first day of the rest of my life,” Marcus smiles proudly correcting him.
“You do have yourself a nice one,” I tell him, patting him on the back as Marcus puts his arm around my shoulder.
“You hear that fellas, that right there is why Maxi-pad is my best man.” He points at me, as none of the guys are paying attention.
“Thanks man,” I reply.
