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Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Girls Gone Wild: The Reunion

Today I woke up elated that Ms. Ivey League was finally en route to visit. I lay there contemplating the last minute chores I had to complete and attempting to talk myself into crossing a few items off the list that really did not need to be done. Who cares if she walks in and the cat litter stinks so bad she runs away screaming? I had to mentally put that one back on the list. But I DID manage to shorten it a bit and with that I reset my alarm for another hour. AHHHH sleep.

Fifteen minutes later, the f*$#&^@%*@%#*@*! phone rang and Ms. Ivey League’s perky voice pierced my muffled, sleepy ears. I was up I promised. She correctly guessed that my lazy butt was still in bed. I got out of bed - only so I could tell her she was wrong.

After getting off the phone, (and talking myself out of going back to bed) I started to contemplate the list of chores that needed to be done. Skipping a few more of the less important ones on the list, I did in fact manage to shower and get dressed just in time for her phone call telling me to pick her up. Texting Ms. Dancer as I drove, (not exactly legal, sorry mom) I let her know that the package was here and that we would be on time to rendezvous at the restaurant.

Having escaped the cornfield, Ms. Ivey League insisted that we take her to The Cheesecake Factory. Of course on the way we just happened to drop into Ross, where we unleashed our inner shoe-whores. I thought I did reasonably well, leaving with only two pair but Ms. Ivey League was uncontrollable. When I suggested we hurry, the rage in her expression made me seriously think my life might be in danger. Her expression softened as she clutched five pair of patent leather soles to her bosom, with her big green eyes shining and her bottom lip trembling. I did not have the heart to try and talk some sense into her. Who am I kidding? I am not the RIGHT person to talk ANYONE out of buying shoes. We both left happier than when we entered; having gotten our shoe fix we rushed to the restaurant. We were now late.

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Finally arriving at the Cheesecake Factory, we were reunited with our third musketeer. You see, Ms. Ivey League, Ms. Dancer and I all went to Junior High and High School together. We have been fast friends ever since and together have weathered tsunamis, earthquakes, and mass destruction - emotionally that is. I like that our trio has stuck together for so long; we complement each other well and that makes the bonds between us precious. Ms. Dancer is the Sporty Spice of the group, Ms. Ivey League is the Smarty Spice and I am the Arty Spice. Not to say that we don’t delve into each other’s spice cabinets occasionally; I think that our combined power is our ability to share our strengths with each other.

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Ms. Ivey League stepped out of the car and with her long hair waving behind her she and Ms. Dancer met halfway. I waited through the big long hugs and the flowing tears. The music finally stopped and we lunched like 7 series at 5 o’clock. After gorging ourselves with the luscious meal, we turned into wild, crazy women on the hunt for the ultimate bargain. Now you may think that this is a little much, but if you do then you don’t understand the SHEER AWSOMENESS of this store. We ended up back at Ross. With two of us together at the first Ross it was a rushed and torrid affair, but with all three of us together tearing through the shoes, then the dresses, then the purses, with two trips to the tropical sauna of the changing rooms, we turned back to look at the devastation that we had wrought on the store. With clothes lying askew on the floor, shoes thrown willy-nilly across the aisles, it looked like a sorority party the morning after the debauchery of innocents.

Ahh, it is good to be back together again.

1 comment:

Ivy said...

I miss it so much! Find me a job out there!

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