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I nodded affirmatively. “That would be the one.”

“That’s really bad.” Bree wrinkled up her face. “Well, did the jackass at least buy you a new coffee?”

“He didn’t even stop and apologize.” I took another sip of my margarita. It was really, really good and going down way too easy. Another sure sign the night was going to be trouble.

“What a jerk!” Bree leaned forward. “Point him out to me when you see him again. I’ll throw a hot drink on him and see how he likes it.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. I had no doubt she meant it. “And that’s one of the many reasons why you’re my girl, Bree.”

Bree winked at me as she took another chip from the basket. “Don’t you worry. I gotcha. So continue on.”

“Well, you know that English paper I was up all night writing two weeks ago?”

“Yes,” Bree said hesitantly.

I leaned back in my seat. “Got it back today. Failed it. In fact, I failed so badly the professor asked if I’d actually read the assignment.”

Sarah gasped. “No way! That’s not true!” I wasn’t sure which part Sarah was gasping at—the fact I’d failed the assignment or the comment from the professor. I was pretty certain Sarah had never failed an assignment in her life or even had so much as a negative comment from a professor.

“Totally true! I’ll show you the paper when we get home.” I shoved a chip heaped with salsa into my mouth.

Bree looked around and signaled the waitress. “We’re clearly going to need another round of drinks.”

“Anna, you forgot the part where you had to wear your coat in class smelling like a coffee bar…on the one day the classroom was abnormally warm,” Sarah reminded me as she slurped down the last of her drink.

“Yes, that happened too,” I said before I tossed back the rest of my margarita. I was so glad to end that day on a good note, out with my two favorite people.

Bree suddenly banged her hand on the table like a queen. “The worst! I declare this day to officially be the worst!”

The three of us were laughing hysterically as the waitress brought our next round of drinks. As soon as she left, I dramatically leaned forward. “There’s more.”

“How could there possibly be more? I mean how much can one person be expected to endure?” Sarah asked in mock horror as her hand flew up to her mouth.

I leaned forward in my seat and took in a long, dramatic breath to build up the moment. “On the way home, my purse strap broke and all my worldly possessions flew across the sidewalk.” I hung my head down as if in defeat.

“Noooooooo!” Bree and Sarah wailed as I smiled and continued to look down at the table. I loved those girls so much. I was glad they’d dragged me out for drinks.

“Were you able to retrieve everything?” Bree asked around a mouthful of chips.

I popped my head back up. “I think so. At least the important stuff.”

Bree swallowed her chips. “So tell me something good from today. Other than the obvious answer of having chips and margaritas with the two hottest babes you know, who happen to also be your best friends and roommates.”

Sarah pretended to whisper as she waved her hand back and forth between herself and Bree. “She means us, Anna. Bree and me. We’re the roommate babes.”

I laughed so hard my sides started to hurt. “You two are the best!”

“We’re well aware of that fact,” Bree said in a serious tone. “Now, something good to end the day on.”

I thought for a moment. “I’ll actually give you two good things. First, my phone didn’t break when it fell out of my purse and onto the sidewalk.”

“That’s a good one.” Sarah nodded. “Told you the good case and screen protector were worth the investment.” Sarah smiled and gave me an over-exaggerated wink.

“You were most definitely right. Thank you for that.” I raised my margarita glass to Sarah who started laughing.

“All right,” Bree said, rolling her eyes. “Now that we’ve established Sarah was right about something, tell us the second good thing.”

“The second is…” I paused for dramatic effect as I tried not to laugh. “I now have a recommendation for a really great deodorant. It held up all through class in a classroom with the temperature set to ‘inferno,’ and I was wearing both my sweater and my coat.”

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