Monday, June 2, 2008

Well Look Who Just Crawled In


Forgive me for leaving you all hanging for over a week. I did indeed encounter the Senator at Ms. Q's this past weekend, and let me tell you - the air positively crackled with sexual tension!

In light of the recently discovered brain tumor, his time has become something rare and precious, but when two storms collide like we did, nothing can stop them. He swept me off my feet and into his arms. By Sunday night we were in his car and headed for Cape Cod for a few storm-tossed, star-crossed days of unbridled animal passion.


...or at least that was the fantasy scenario in my head; maybe not so much the truth, but a girl can dream, can't she? Especially when that girl can't sleep at night, due to a certain precipitously acquired upper respiratory infection. Bronchitis may sound like a dinosaur, and I'm working hard on kicking its ass into extinction, but so far, its been kicking mine!

Yeah, we're some party animals, aren't we? Except when I say, "Party Animal", its more like a decrepit old elephant on his way to the graveyard, to mingle his nearly fleshless bones with those of his ancestors. Not exactly a scene from "Bachelor Party", but we didn't start off that way.

Saturday afternoon found us (Bea and myself) at the always effervescent Ms. Q's house, and we were all in one of those "Hakuna Matata" kind of moods; dancing around, eating bugs off of leaves and stuff, and singing; chile - we were some singing old broads. (Oh, What-Ever; you know you sing and dance around the house in your underwear too! And besides, we had to kill time while we waited for the Senator to show, and everyone knows he likes girls who uh, sing, uh, and dance, yeah, that's it!)

Check out that party nosh - and its all good for you too; well, except for the drinky-winkies.

At one point this Neil Diamond/Babs Streisand duet came on and we just HAD to sing along, paraphrasing the sappy lyrics, of course.

Ms. Q opened her presents
Later the Senator and his wife came over for cocktails - thats the official story, anyway - and we all made nice with the wife in a photo-op.

The Senator and his long-suffering wife
Later, the Senator snuck off to the computer to book us a room. Oops! Hello wifey!
Many apologies again, for taking so long to get back to post this - I'm still fighting the rising tide in my lungs with this horrid bronchitis, so sleep is a thing of the past, as is simple breathing. Unfortunately, as moms all over the world know, there is no sick leave for mothers, and with the end of school looming closer the demands on my time seem never ending. Have I mentioned I am so over school right now? Sheesh! I am so beyond ready to be done for a few months.

Addendum: I just heard that the real Senator Kennedy's brain surgery was very successful. I'm not only glad for him and his family, but it sure wouldn't be that funny to talk about MY senator, when the real one was kaput.

Also, Bea had to go and ask where all the pictures of her were from this past Hoop-de-do at Ms. Q's. Well Bea, here you go, in all your blurry glory. This is what happens when friends let friends drink and shoot photos. It isn't pretty, is it?


Lara said...

The senator is looking much younger these days. ;)

Glad you had a good time... but respiratory infections YUCK. Hope it clears up soon!

liv said...

must. not. worry. internets. wait!

Chanda (aka Bea) said...

Hey! Where are all the lovely, crystal clear, not blurry, utterly photogenic shots of moi??. Im deeply wounded. Can't ya tell??

FairiesNest said...

Never apologize about blogging..." to paraphrase Dan Hicks, "how can they miss you if you don't go away?"

flutter said...

looks like good times to me!

Chanda (aka Bea) said...

Thanks.... I think. :)

Maggie, Dammit said...

Bronchitis, oh no! No no no no no no no! I'm sorry you're ill.

These photos....


You girls are my favoritest life-lovers, I sweah.

bandick said...

Awww, pickle! I just got over the ear/nose/throat/chest/right elbow/pinkie toe thing myself. I sure hope you didn't pick it up from my blog! Talk about your computer viruses!

Head up, tits out. Get better soon.

Gypsy said...

God that looks fun. Mmmm... drinks.

Get well soon!

Jennifer H said...

I'd fight you for the Senator.

Hey, I was just thinking of that song the other day (You Don't Bring Me Flowers). Maybe I heard you gals all the way here in AZ. :-)