At first I was really not into it- I was sick, I'd been crying all afternoon and Lady Estrogen was due in the next couple of days- but when I sent Lani a text saying that I was bailing, she sent me a text so full of guilt that any Jewish grandmother would have given her the thumbs up on it:
Lani: You're messed up...Kelly wanted to meet you. She's the one I told you that reads your blog every day.
How am I supposed to say no to that? So I went. I didn't bother to comb my hair- just placed a bandanna over the dreadlocks I had forming on my head- but I made sure to wear the cleanest clothes from my hamper and deodorant. I even added a lil blush to my cheeks AND some mascara to my lashes. They really should be honored- I don't do that for just anyone!
So after the cab ride from hell, I finally made it. I shoveled some taquitos and grilled shrimp into my mouth and downed three margaritas. I dished with the girls, dogged some men and listened with awe as Kelly commented that she owns nearly 1200 books. AND AND- I had a Jell-O shot; my first since college!
I do regret that I was too much in my own head to remember anyone else's name (SORRY!) but I did have a lot of fun.
I especially enjoyed making fun of Heath and the Olsens with you ladies, prepping one gal for her dreaded brunch with her new stalker, and am seriously considering that invite to another gal's place on Saturday to help myself to the unopened booze, food and tea lights she won't be taking with her to South Carolina.
I suppose, in the end, even with the cab ride from hell, it beats a night of crying and watching Gone With The Wind. I'm saving that for this afternoon.
*smooches...glad to be back in my flannel PJs*
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ladies, it was my pleasure...hope to see you again soon.
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