The worse place I can be is on a comfy couch, watching my 26th episode of Iron Chef and Family Guy (I'm a natural multi~tasker), lap top located lap adjacent, when my phone rings. It is the truest fact of my years, that I am an immovable object destined for perpetual rest when I'm comfortable...think Steve Harvey's flat top, set in concrete. So, when my phone rang and I hear the cheery voice of my rebirthed childhood friend, I looked at the phone for a full two rings before deciding to answer. Allow me to explain (and change the names to protect the
See how cool she is?!!!
Which brings me to point number one: I ain't gotta explain SHIGGITY to nobody I'm not in a congressional relationship with! This is how I know that Pandora is lifelong friendship material as opposed to somebody who complimented me on my hair in the bathroom at the grocery store. (Yes, women form friendships just that quickly!). The fact that I didn't have to go into my song and dance about, "I'm just tired, I don't feel like putting all this in a bra and balancing it on high heels, my nose feels old MJ wide..." I could just say no and the world didn't end, no hissy fit was thrown, the validity of our friendship was unthreatened and the butterflies kept right on flitting along.
"Hey, dawg...how long are you in town, anyway...maybe we can go next week."
"I'll be here for a while...whenever you're ready mayne, I'm down like senior citizen boobs!"
(Sidenote 1.0: Yes, we talk like intellectual hood frat boys. It's part of the charm!)
A quick trip to the fridge, a consult of the TV Guide and the side eye I'd been giving my Significant Other all morning led to a couple of quick epiphanies. The couch would always be there...
"You know what? Gimme 20 minutes...let's GO!"
45 minutes later...we're blazing down the freeway talking and laughing...and internally, I know this is going to turn into an all day affair! (And I'm giddy about it!). Driving, riding, singing and playing catch up leads me to point number two: One of the things I've yet to mention, is that with the exception of the occasional Facebook comments...Pandy and I hadn't seen, talked, texted each other in months. And we both like it that way. She travels because of work, but before this was her way of life...it was generally the same. (Except that one year in 2007 when we lived in the same apartment complex, much to the chagrin of both of our livers.) We don't have the kind of relationship that requires an umbilical cord. Years ago, we developed a complex series of codes and flailing hand gestures that signal significant emotional unrest, so all that constant checking in is absolutely
SHUT THE HELL UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I digress and you get my point. Life is full of minutiae...it doesn't require narration.
Pandy can sing. Scratch that, Pandy SANGS like nobody breathing has a right to. (No Randy Watson). I sing about as well as Stevie Wonder sees. We decided on karaoke at MacLounge (11322 Westheimer), for some late night bellowing. Did I mention that she's also an unrepentant ham actress and when properly motivated (
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