Sure, tell me now

It's amazing the things your friends will tell you after a breakup.

Saturday night Azee and I took ourselves out for a fancy dinner at Loui Loui, which made us both sick, and not in a we-ate-until-we-got-sick kind of way either. We're really good at balancing out Very Serious Conversation with Light Fun Conversation, so there was both laughing and crying. And relationship deconstructing, mostly of her recent, but a little bit of my not-very-recent-but-still-relevant-in-the-fact-that-I'm-a-crazy-person. Then there was drinking, at the lounge underneath Three of Cups, which may or may not have an actual name and was the location where TTBTFO Darren was spotted.

Anyway, we had the following exchange.

Me: You know what? I haven't smoked pot once since the breakup.
Azee: Good. You were getting out of hand.
Me: You thought I was getting out of hand?
Azee: Yeah. Obviously doing anything you could to dull the pain. I was worried.

I probably won't ever listen to you at the time, being the stubborn asshole that I am, but ladies, you can at least try to reason with me.