In which I have luncheon.
I had lunch today with three drop-dead beautiful blondes.
It was an accident. I’d gotten in the jeep and driven around idly, looking for something that sounded good. I ended up walking into Petit Paris and MissT, Mother of God, and Cheerleader were there and asked me to join them.
I felt like the chick with braces at the prom. The wallflower next to all that long, blonde hair. You have to understand that I haven’t brushed my own hair in two days, and I’m wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday — in short, I’ve felt prettier.
I had the soup, and a brie sandwich. I almost ordered a glass of wine but forgot the next time the waitress came by.
The beautiful blondes were planning Mother of God’s upcoming engagement party at Cheerleader’s bar. It’ll be fun. A real party. An occasion, by God, a reason to wear makeup and heels. It’ll be Friday after next, upstairs in the new restaurant above the bar. Appetizers, themed drinks, balloons and decorations. Hostesses in French maid costumes passing out shots.
Followed no doubt by drunken revelry downstairs, after. I’m so excited! A real party!
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Ha, I had a brie sandwich for lunch, too. With the left-over red currant jelly from Christmas. And then for tea we had pizza. Followed by an enormous quantity of cheese and biscuits.
It was very satisfying … but then I went to bed and dreamt the the world was ending because the monks couldn’t make enough dark chocolate mice, and woke up screaming :).
I have felt this way a lot lately. I would not have forgotten to order wine if I had been at the table. You will surely outshine all of them at that party.