madder. I was two glasses of wine in already, so I was ready
to mght these ladies. I sent a text message to Hollywood
Friends 1 and 2 like:
“ͷese old bitches at this wedding being racist as hell. I’m
about to kick they asses. I’m sorry if I don’t see you all for a
while because I’m about to be in jail.”
Hollywood Friend 1 called me immediately. Now mind
you, I’m still sitting in the stall:
Hollywood Friend 1: “Tiĉany, just leave. Just get an
Uber right now and just walk out the door.”Tiffany: “I can’t do it, I got to fight these bitches.”Hollywood Friend 1: “I’m not getting off the phone with
you until you walk out the door. Just leave. Leave.
Leave.”I opened the stall door, still on the phone with
Hollywood Friend 1, and these two bitches gave me a look
of shock and horror. They had no idea I was there.
Tiffany: “Okay, I will leave these fat-ass, Paula Deen–
looking bitches to themselves, and get the hell out of
this wedding.”I thought those women were going to straight die, right
there in the bathroom.
I walked out, got my man, and we left. I was still
steaming when we got back to the hotel. We had some good