Ladies Who Lunch

The Rogue Speaks:

I realize that I am using the term "ladies" loosly. Hmmm--that could be misinterpeted' Anyway, it had been many weeks since I had gotten together with my Best Friend Artist. The last time was just before I left for the trip. We met at Amarsi, if you remember, and quickly became the most fun customers they had.

This time, we went to Chili's, and asked two of our favorite artist girlfriends to join us. I was the last to arrive, and they were already seated and laughing, which is a very good sign. As I sat down, the waiter immediately came over to take my beverage order. He brought it back in record time and then disappeared. We began talking and laughing, and time went by, but no waiter appeared to take our order. My stomach was growling. I finally caught the eye of a young woman who was serving drinks, and I asked her to please get our waiter. After a few minutes, she came back and announced that SHE would be serving us.

We had done it again! I think it may have been the talk about a husband's hernia surgery, or maybe the discussion about colonoscopies and polyps, and doctors who only recognize you by a certain part of your anatomy that is usually not on view. When it started, my best friend put her fingers in her ears and started singing, "Lalalalalalala" because she doesn't like to hear medical stuff, especially while eating a hamburger. Between her lalalaing and the sound of the horns at the soccer game, the restaurant was really rocking. Even though the horns had been sort of muted by the sound man, they still sounded like a swarm of bees (not a good sound in Tucson, since we have killer bees). In any case, I think the first waiter thought we were to much for him to handle.

Then the gossip started. I won't bore you with the details, but it was some pretty juicy stuff, causing my BFA to pull out her post-its. That woman has post-its all over her house and car!

Every holiday, I and a few more friends give her a fresh supply. She probably buys a lot on her own, too. Anyway, she is frantically writing all the juiciest parts of the conversation down so she can tell her sister. Our two artist friends start laughing at the post-it queen, and tell her to make sure she doesn't leave anything out.

My BFA and I are planning a "Girl's Game Night" with lots of good food, wine, and other spirits, and several "brain" games that always make us laugh til we pee. I took some pictures one night, but that didn't go over very well, so I had to delete them.

This is how my life is supposed to be--back in my own nest, with my family and my dogs, having a good laugh with friends who know me all too well. I feel myself beginning to get back into my element.

Thank you, MyDi, Cherrie, and Diane. I am now officially home again.