Spring Break-Brooklyn

 

“Show my boyfrienn wee're behavin' on sprin' break girls.  Shay high t' my boy frienn girls, “your girlfriend said, turning the camera to show the three of them on the bed.

Even before they spoke, you knew they were all drunk and high. “High,” they both slurred, and flashed peace signs. 

As your girlfriend turned the phone back to her, you asked, “Brooklyn babe, are you all drunk and high? How is that behaving?”

“Yes were zzzrunk ann high.  Bud we’re inna hotel room,” Brooklyn told you. 

That much was true, “Damn. Wish I was with you,” you said.

Brooklyn agreed, “Me too. Me too.  Sprin' break izz'nn azz mush fun wiss oud yoo.”

“But you’ll still have fun, I know you. Just try to behave yourself. I’ll be there as soon as I can on Friday.” you reminded her.

“Thad'll be grade,” she answered.

“Ok, babe, ive gotta get to class. Talk to you later, love.

“Ok love, bye,” she said, blowing you a sloppy kiss before she disconnected the line. Damn, why couldn’t your two universities in the same town have the same week for spring break?, you lamented not for the first time as you headed off to class. Maybe you should skip a few and start spring break early you wondered.