Since this party, we haven't actually seen one another. We catch up on Facebook all the time and promised to meet for lunch or dinner with the host of this notorious party with the 6 foot inflatable penis (which every girl needs after a divorce which I assumed when I brought it through the front door) but the opportunity never arrived. So last night, we took it upon ourselves to meet on our own and I'm so glad we did. We had a wonderful time.
We talked like we did at the party, even before the Margaritas kicked in. Sex, kids, husbands, work, and once we got through the easy stuff, we broke it down even further - orgasms, divorce, the big bang theory - we covered it all. We were in tears. When we were leaving, she said something interesting. She mentioned she was afraid we wouldn't have anything to talk about. Since we didn't know each other that well, she was concerned we'd sit in the booth and stare across at each other.
Besides, I have never, ever been one to sit across and stare at another human being. Once I fall in love with you, be it at a bar when your name is Gigi and your arm is covered with tattoos, or at a Mardi Gras party and I repeatedly say, "Hey, you look like my friend, Linda Pearson. Who the Hell are you?" (Troy Family, FB me that gal's name. I'm thinking since we hung all over each other at your party, we're meant to be friends too.), or I meet you at a blood bank and we strike up a conversation, it's destiny we become buddies.
|Shannon and Bri|
The Notorious Martini Party 2011
P.S. Thank you, Shannon. You're awesome! How did we end up at a Mexican Restaurant on St. Patty's Eve? Also, a wee bit embarrassed..couldn't drive home. What did that dude put in my Margarita?