Sweet Jesus!
It's the last weekend before school starts and the guys are going out of town.
That means Bea and I should be whooping it up, except...
Except that I've committed us (in every sense of the word) to a Saturday night of sipping fruit juice (fruit juice! dammit!) in the house of a dead woman, while we watch her daughter, Sarah Bernhardt, perform the role of Cleopatra.
Yeah, that was me, freakin Joanie of Arc, who signed us up for this gig.
Bea, true friend that she is, has been very gracious, but I know this isn't her idea of fun. It doesn't help that, even after 20 years, Cleo can't remember Bea's name. It's the kind of girl she is, and a big part of why I keep my distance from Chez Cleo.
"Nobody puts Bea in a corner."
So Bea, I want to apologize in advance for the blatant rudeness you will be subjected to tomorrow. I cannot thank you enough for going with me into the Palace of Self Absorption, and being the lifeline of sanity I know I'm going to need.
So, sushi? It's on me...!
13 comments:
Anything for you sweetie darling! I'll even endure the cold shoulder of Miss Cleo(queen of denial).It's the kind of love I have for you.
Of course any and all donations(I'll take a Dragon Roll and an order of edamame) generated by waves of stomach wrenching guilt are gladly accepted. A girl has her price after all. Evidently mine is sushi. Should that worry me?
Are you *sure you two aren't the same person??
Mmmmmm, sushi....
Hmmmm, you know what goes excellent with fruit juice? A FLASK.
Have fun, ladies.
I vote for the flask. And shouldn't that be "fuckin'" Joan of "fuckin'" Arc? Don't let Cleo's slipping and falling on her asp freak ya' out.
Bea is obviously a saint.
I hope you'll find a way to spike her fruit juice. ;)
I wander away for one stinking week and you're causing trouble. Sheesh, woman.
You'd better get your girl some sake to go with that sushi! :)
stop on over, I left ya a little something...
Thinking about you and Bea today.
Good friends are worth their weight in sushi.
I've decided to have a martini in your honor. Both your honors. Christ, that mean two martinis. Oh well, for you two, I'll suck it up.
I ask you WHY have you not tried to talk me into moving out by you, lately?sf
If you must suffer, better to do it with a friend at your side. And I like the flask idea . . .
There's strength in numbers. I hope it went well. ;)
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