LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
Marie falls hard for a dark, mysterious foreigner. (Sadly, when she finds out the price, it's over.)
Friday night out with the girls. Velvety steaks, wickedly funny women (one of whom has an entire wardrobe made of black lace, so that should tell you something), silky wine and gossip that gets raunchier with every glass. It's the most fun you can have with your clothes on. (Actually, it's pretty fun with your clothes off, too. . . . Er, or so I imagine.) This was me and two of my besties after work last night. As the evening wore on, it became easier and easier to make each other laugh. Like when I spotted the house wine cabinet, loaded with Chateauneuf du Pape, for example. Oh we roared like hyenas at that one. We thought that was just brilliant. "Hahaha, Marie you are so crazy!" Whereas I'm betting by tomorrow morning it will seem completely inane and each of us will say of the other, "Man, that chick is weird. Why do I even like her?" And then in two, maybe three weeks, we'll do it all again . . .
|I TOTALLY LOVE THESE CRAZY BROADS!|
And here we are, getting our picture taken by a complete stranger in the Keg's bathroom. Because that's what normal women do when they've had a few . . .