Tonight ends a TERRIFIC weekend. We had the awesome privilege of hosting our wonderful friends from Saint Jo and their chitlins. Their daughter, Emily, and our son, John David, are dating and thankfully arranged our little get-together. Our family and the T's have been friends for ten years with our kids being best frinds and Ang and I being insepartable, being we share a brain and all. I can't tell you how incredibly wonderful it is that our babies are dating and how equally hard it is not to do cheerleading jumps when we think we may be related someday. But we are playing it cool and silently celebrating the possibility. I will add how gorgeous they both are and how perfect their offspring would be... I just hope they have my athletic ability. (Ang is the marathon friend I have spoken of in earlier posts that I would meet at the finish of her long runs and eat lunch with then drive my lazy fat ass back home.) Yeah, she's skinny and healthy and I'd hate her if I didn't love her so much. Her hubby, Michael is a scream and cracks me up. I am trying to talk him into starting a blog on golf, but the name he picked out I fear Ang has ixnayed due to the balls conotation. She's prudishly nice like that.
Then to top the weekend off, I was able to meet some of my fellow North Texas blogger sistas for an incredibly delicious meal and even better fellowship. With these 4 hilarious chicks, you know that something funny would have to happen. Elaine and Texas Poppet will be fighting it out on who will blog on the funny episode, while both Holly and Holly and I will sit quietly by and sip our drinks and giggle.
And yes, as par for me, I embarrassed myself within1.5 seconds of arriving at the swanky place we met. I have never seen any of these girls in person, so I reviewed their blogs like any good stalker would do so I would recognize them. I left early because it was in downtown Dallas and since I never go straight to my destination, I had to alott myself an extra 30 min of driving the wrong way, getting lost, and prolific cussing time.
I prepared myself for this meeting like it was the damn prom, looking thru my closet and trying on clothes. I decided on something not too over the top ( I decided on subtle, since my formal was a size 3, and well, I am not anymore). But I did go the extra mile and wore my Chic Shaper. Yes THE Chic Shaper that I had ordered off the infomercial that made my small bosoms look larger and perkier AND made me stand up straight. That due to the fact you have to strap it on like a pivate investigator's gun holster and latch it under your unsuspecting TaTas. So with falsely intensified breast and perfect posture, I arrive at the restaurant and, as I am walking in the door, decide I need to pull down the Shaper so my breasties look incredibly huge and for the sheer fact it hadbeen shoved up ONTO my boobs because my belly roll took up all it's space on the hour long trip there. I was under the impression it was like a bra and could be move with a simple tug. But because it is rigged with suernatural abilities and material to make the impossible possible, the tug caused the magic elastic to snap loudly and obviously in the tall ceiling foyer for all to hear. And Holly was there to witness it all. Never meeting her or knowing she was one I would be dining with, I just snickered and said something intelligent like, "Oops", once I caught my breath from the impact.
It was good fun and I am just hoping that my Chic Shaper and I get invited to the next party.
P.S. I will be doing my tag tomorrow, Deb, since I have to think and all...