No Cheating Allowed

I got a pretty interesting phone call from one of my best friends the other day. As everyone knows from my previous entries, my roommate’s girlfriend goes to the University of Memphis. Well since I live in Memphis, I also have a lot of friends that attend the same college, including the guy that called me. Memphis isn’t really a very big “party” town, so most of the days that people go out they mainly go to bars or clubs. For instance, the popular club to go on Thursday is Quetzal, Friday is Inferno, and Saturday is Hollywood Disco. Almost every college person that lives in Memphis knows about these clubs because there is really not ever much else going on. My best friend, though, had called me with some pretty important news involving the preceding weekend that was going to change the tone of these entries forever.

My friend and I were talking about all of the normal occurrences of a regular weekend until his voice changed. I asked him what he was acting weird about, and his response was, “You promise you won’t tell anybody what I’m about to tell you?” Anytime my friend says asks me this question I know that either something crazy has happened to him or that he knows of something crazy that has happened. My first response was for him to tell me the news and how bad it was. My best friend then goes on to inform me that he had gone to Quetzal on Thursday night like he normally does. He mentioned that he was dancing on the dance floor with some random girl when he saw my roommate’s girlfriend making out with this random guy. It got quiet for a second because I really didn’t know how to take the information. I knew that if I told my roommate the news he probably wouldn’t believe me, but if I didn’t tell him and he found out from another source he would know that I had known the whole time. I was in a big pickle.