Many years ago, I had an apartment next to some “young professionals,” who spent their Friday and Saturday nights downtown at the bars. They didn’t usually get too outrageously drunk, but one night they made a lot of noise when they came home, and when I looked out the window to see what the ruckus was, I saw my neighbour lying in the middle of the sidewalk between our apartments, weeping. “I love him so much!” she kept repeating. “I love him so much, everything hurts! I love him so much, my… my vagina hurts! That’s how much I love him!” It took an hour for the friends who had brought her home to convince her to peel herself off the concrete and pour herself into bed. Thankfully, none of the other neighbours called the police and made a noise complaint — I think those of us who were awakened found the whole thing far too amusing.
The roommates are going to get some food before heading back home. “That was my first night sober at a club,” Mike says. The others congratulate him. I think tonight was actually probably less of a challenge than he will face a few weeks from now, when he starts to feel complacent about his ability to withstand temptation. “I think I had more fun sober than not sober, dude,” Mike says. He interviews that he is ironically having more fun than when he was using or “not clean, so to speak.” He tells Pauly and Vinny that before he got to the shore he didn’t know if he could actually be sober at a club or not. “I’m really proud of my man Mike,” Pauly tells us. “He stayed straight as an arrow, he didn’t do anything wrong tonight with all that temptation. That shows me he’s got some good will power and that he wants to get better.” Stay vigilant, that’s all I’m saying.
“Vinny,” Pauly says, “no disrespect, but what color are those?” He’s asking about Vinny’s jeans. “Fuchsia,” Vinny replies. Sexy Vinny and his fuchsia jeans.
Chris is leaving from the restaurant and Deena is walking him out. “I don’t know why she cries so much,” Pauly says, “She’s ‘emotionalé.’” Outside the restaurant, Deena hugs Chris and says, “I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.” Chris tells her to call him when she gets back to the house. “It’s hard to say goodbye to Chris,” she interviews, “because alls I want to do is cuddle with him. But he can’t cos he has work in the morning.” Vinny walks with Deena back to the house. “I’m just used to being with him,” she whimpers. “Listen: you guys have a positive thing, okay?” Vinny says. “You’re turning it into a negative.” Deena sniffles that she knows. “The fact that he’s not here and you’re doing this, you have to change it into a positive thing, okay? Look through it from a different lens.” English, they speak it so good. Deena says that she’s used to being with Chris every day. “Well, you’re being a spoiled brat,” Vinny laughs. “Don’t be a spoiled brat.”