Lots to post... more to come... all in one day because i have been too busy to write.
on to this one.
Yesterday Jenny-Bear had her 1st test of the season. She is taking 4 classes (12 hours) in summer school and has to make straight A's... so she can get back into her senior college and take the 3 classes she needs to graduate.
why? because she opted for marriage and child instead of finishing the d@mn degree when it would have been 2 classes.
Thus, now she is going back. She has suffiently caught 1st day of school envy from the rest of us and wants a degree. I want her to have one as well.
Back to story... yesterday was her 1st essay test. she called that morning... we were supposed to do the girlie... pedicure... maybe wine maybe cheese... maybe...
by the time we both did hair and makeup she made the executive decision of "I NEED A DRINK! Smelly Mexican!"
I countered with my own executive veto "NO SMELLY MEXICAN"
We met at Friendly off campus grill and bar, ate, drank, became merry. She got $hit faced very quickly... how did this happen?
She mentions she promised the husband a margarita hence we had to stop by Smelly Mexican. It becomes the drunken mission. Seek out the Margarita. We get there, find the bar. find the waitress. find the margarita.
Mission accomplished.
and here comes round 2 before we could stick a straw in round 1.
Sometimes (ok usually) it is nice to be the girl.
Some guys from the bar sent us drinks. it is a lovely gesture and i greatly enjoy it. Let's focus on the pivital word here... GESTURE.
Jenny Bear proceeds to get weepy into margarita. WTF?
She goes off "they only sent drinks because of you. they are hitting on you, and i am officially the unattractive friend." no this is not the case. ladies and gentlemen, this is not the case at all. JB is stunning. has always been, will always be. not just because she is my BFF and i am biased.
So she engages them in conversation to prove it. Oh, there is a good idea.
The guy that bought our drinks own a commercial construction firm and lives down the street from the CEO of my Fortune 500 company. He knows the execs from my business line. We talk shop. He sees himself as an over acheiver... I am engaged in conversation so my friend can have her ego stroked.
He goes on and on... and somewhere in there starts to tell me about how much of a big damn deal he is. that he would like to bank roll my dreams ... and the life he could provide for me and all of the potential he sees... he even pulled out his crack-berry to show me the 85ft. pool he just built in his backyard (or maybe he just took a pic of a random pool).
ok. now it is time to go. why? because he admits it may have been the alcohol (gee... you think?) but he has never fallen for a woman so fast and gives me the business card... and begins to profess his undying love.
Yeah. thank you and good night.
Next stop... Fox and the Hound with mugs... and Sullivans with the run in of my boy next door.
More to come.
