Friends Don’t Let Friends Be Hookers

This past Friday, I met up with one of my oldest and dearest friends.  Although we don’t see each other as often as we’d like, we always seem to pick up where we left off. 

We always have fun.  Usually it involves getting into some sort of predicament, possibly getting lost and almost always ending up eating Mexican food and laughing.  This night did not disappoint.  It is possible to have good, clean fun and still act like idiots without an adult beverage.  I might just be speaking for myself here as I recall to many idiot-induced moments where I was perfectly sober.

Most of the time if we don’t know what to do, we end up wandering around Target making fun of things and finding the perfect lime juicer to buy and never use.  To my delight, DSW provided the same experience.  Nancy came to pick me up and she needed look at some shoes before dinner.  Since I am usually pretty honest about how things look, I am a good person to take on a shopping trip.

Side rant:  WHY, why would you ever tell a good friend of yours that they look good in something when, clearly, they look hideous.  Is this an unwritten rule?  I understand you have to make some concessions but, geez, have you seen some of the outfits walking around out there?  I will probably not look like Jennifer Anniston in my new shirt unless it’s a new shirt that comes with liposuction and possible removal of a rib or two.  You don’t have to be mean about how bad it looks, but you cannot in good conscious let me spend my hard earned money when you know it is not becoming, even if Ms. Anniston has one.

Anyhoo, I am there at DSW for moral support and to push any shoes that look cute.  As it turned out she found more than one pair and on sale at that!  Nancy had such good luck we decided maybe I needed a pair.  We went over to my section and the number of hooker shoes they were selling was astounding.  I'm not sure the picture really does justice to what we witnessed.  I’m wondering if there aren’t many 6 ½ shoe-sized hookers out there.  If I decide my back-up plan is hooking, I know where to purchase part of my wardrobe.

We wandered around and laughed about nothing and everything.  We decided to try out a new Mexican restaurant.  The line was crazy long to get in and in the great restaurant game we had to come up with a back-up plan.  We decided on a different (still Mexican) restaurant.

Once we get there we also note the long line.  Why would everyone be out to eat on a Friday evening when it is 75 degrees outside?  (that was sarcasm)  New plan.  We decide to do take-out at the place and pick up a movie. 

Ok, here is where two smart people equal a stupid person.  Logically, one would order the food (since we are already there), pick up the movie at the Red Box and go get the food, which would be ready by this point.  OR, knowing the Red Box is by my place, get the Red Box last.  We chose neither. 

We like to take the roads less traveled.  We head off to the Red Box first.  It is very important that we get “This is 40.”  Basically driving past my place to get there we discover the first Red Box location doesn’t have the movie.  But, bonus!  The second one does.  At this point we see our mistake. 

We spend the next ten minutes trying to find an on-line menu on our cell phones and also calculating the calorie content through MyFitnessPal.  I should have recorded the entire conversation for a “What Not to Do” segment. 

After probably 30 minutes we find our way back to the restaurant to pick up our food.  By this time there really isn’t a line but why change plans?  In the end, the meal was good, the conversation was great but the movie was “meh.” 

I am planning another girls’ night in May.  Hopefully, I’ll have the night off from hooking.  Work it, work it…  

(btw, if you did not get that last reference, brush up on your 80’s movies, Kit)