Even though the princess is used to tropical weather and turns the heat on in her car when the temp outside gets to a chilly 72 degrees, she prefers to sleep in a room where you can actually see your breath. There was a discussion about seeing on TV a way to treat hypothermia by laying on the victim with skin to skin contact. But in a house in the middle of Georgia, that's not wilderness survival. It's called "curious experimentation". Freak. (See what I mean about the endless punchlines.....)
I got to experience my first hibachi restaurant. And in a small southern town, no less. Yes...I admit that even though I'm in my mid-thirties, I was a hibachi virgin. It was absolutely delish! But what kind of restaurant doesn't serve alcohol on Sunday?
I definitely was in the bible belt.
Thank goodness my lov-ah and I split a dinner cuz the servings were ginormous. She couldn't even finish her shrimp and offered them to me. As any good friend would do.... after they've had a chance to eat their fill. LOL!
It's hysterical to hear a man with a Japanese accent refer to a large, strapping, bald, tattooed redneck as Big Daddy without even batting an eye. And I mean "redneck" in only the most affectionate of terms so I hope no one takes offense to that. But seriously ...lighten up if ya did.
Although Mel and Big D are the most generous, kind hearted, loving people in the world, you can not just faithfully believe everything they say. Seems they both have a little practical joking side. And they play off each other like trained actors. I've learned my lesson.
But how did our hibachi chef know to make the heart rice for me and my lov-ah? Maybe the waitress told him we were a couple? Right, Mel?
I'm not getting out of bed in the middle of the night to investigate scary banging noises just because of my line of work. Especially when there's a Big Daddy and a large menacing German Shepherd in the house. Besides I knew we'd hear the screams from downstairs as the serial killer attacked the others. Which would then give me enough time to climb out the window to escape.
I'm not fond of scary ghost stories or hearing the creepy Ouija board experiences some had at teenage slumber parties. Freaks me out. And makes my eyes water. Just weird.
A house full of wild women somehow affects the weather. Kind of like that scene in "Witches of Eastwick" when the three ladies started arguing and the winds howled and the ground buckled. We've created two tornadoes now. But not cuz we argue. It's just that the universe must not be able to handle all of that amazing energy in the same place at the same time.
I absolutely love our crazy bed hair, no make up, still in our jammies, morning coffee chats that last until afternoon.
Maybe I shouldn't have excitedly yelled Head in the middle of a crowded airport when I saw her step off the plane on Thursday. Better yet... maybe the princess shouldn't have yelled "Can't wait for your bullets!" as we were seeing her off at the gate on Monday. We knew she meant the blog post bullets ......but I don't think the airport SWAT team would have been so understanding.
Only CJ could make a bright red, footed, union suit complete with back door flap look sexy. Unfortunately, she refused to let anyone photograph her in it. It helps to set the visual image if you realize she was also sleeping on the bottom bunk under a camouflage tent. She definitely brought sexy back!
I never would've expected a group of polished, mature women to somehow find their inner hip hop streetwise side and decide they had talent as beat boxers. Then do it ALL WEEKEND LONG and use peer pressure to force every one else to try it. I'm not very good so I guess I'm gonna have to learn to break dance so we can take our show on the road.
I met a blogger chick with a very cool tee shirt and a wicked sense of humor. But she orders chicken wings and coffee at Mexican restaurants. I'm not sure how long our friendship can last with that type of odd behavior. But she does enjoy a good cocktail so maybe I can overlook it.
Stacy has an enormous amount of willpower since she brought her own food and stuck to her diet all weekend. I, on the other hand, abandoned mine completely and will pay a hefty price for it. All the while, she continues looking more and more fabulous. As if that were even possible. Mad props to ya, Stacy. (By the way, that's beat boxer street slang for "great job").
But I'm not sure her husband will be able to support these friendships now that he's met us all in person. And witnessed what we're capable of as a group. Maybe his quick exit wasn't really because he was tired. He just wanted to get off his ride on the crazy train. LOL!
If I ever play Trivial Pursuit against Head, I will surely lose. She is the Queen of UBI's. Not those kind. That's a Urinary Tract Infection. I'm talking about Useless Bits of Information.
Kristen's blog is far too tame. It doesn't reveal enough of the wild, crazy, hysterically funny woman she really is. Plus she has great hair.
Big Daddy is an amazing man. He can cook like nobody's business. He's an awesome host. Even jumps in his truck seconds after a tornado warning to go get us another bag of ice for our cocktails. We didn't even have to whine or beg .... he did it just cuz he knew we needed it. He's a true southern gentleman.
He's tolerant of the estrogen overload and all the vagina talk in his house. Even when he loses sleep cuz we're too loud. He's managed to remember all of our names. No easy feat for any man!
We come through and make his life really chaotic for a few days and he handles it with so much patience. I think he secretly misses us when we leave. But mostly you can see how much he totally and completely loves his wife. It truly is something special what these two got going.
I'm always sad for a few days after I leave Georgia. This place is like home to me. Not that I'm in love with the state itself....just one perfect house in a small little town where I'm always made to feel welcome. If I could choose anywhere in the world to go at any time, this would be the place.
Where my homegirls come to relax, let their hair down and share this amazing connection. Thanks to Mel and her amazing Big D for making their house so inviting and comfortable. I could never really put into words how much it means to me. To all of us.
I know it sounds so totally sappy but I love these chicks. Those that could make it this time around and those that couldn't. I feel so very blessed to have found not just one best friend in life but actually far too many to count. They are the blessings in this wait. I miss you all terribly. Looking forward to next time.