I’m elated to report that today I
actually found myself on an outing with…wait for it…A FRIEND!!! It’s true!
It’s true! I finally went out on
the town with another person. Granted my
version of going, "out on the town," is spending the afternoon loitering at a coffee joint, but I like to think we did it up right. I mean, it’s not often that I veer off my rigid, “eggs and cinnamon toast,” Saturday lunch routine. I have to admit I felt pretty bad-ass after
gobbling down a huge turkey, bacon, avocado wrap and slamming a giant tap
water. Yes, this is, “living
it up,” in my late thirties.
…and I’m thrilled. I had an absolutely delightful afternoon with
a wonderful person. I was so thankful to get some much needed friend time. In fact, I’m very pleased every time I’m able to meet up
with my friends. Apparently, being a,
“serious adult,” means these opportunities are often scarce. Everyone is busy working, taking care of
their children or pets, spending time with significant others, or…"Erm"…taking hundreds of glamour shots. You know, grown up stuff.
There simply isn’t enough time in the day to get everything done.
For instance, after I finish this post I
need to forage for something edible for dinner.
Crap…we're out of Totino's pizzas.
In addition, I have to spend some quality time with my fuzzy friends…or there will be
consequences. Reminder to self...don’t piss off your cats. Lastly, I'm dying to wrap up the last season
of, “Longmire,” on Netflix. Yes, I said, “Longmire.”
I admit it. I adore anything
remotely related to the Western genre.
Again, I’m a 38 year old woman living in the Midwest. This is only natural. Okay, maybe my,
“Bonanza,” obsession is a little odd, but that’s a whole separate blog post.
Anyway, it was a true luxury to get all
dressed up today to be one of the, “ladies who lunch.” During this outing I found myself going on
and on about…who the heck knows? I sure
don’t. I think I get so excited when I
socialize with people that I just mindlessly babble. However at one point I did become lucid
enough to hear myself utter the sentences, “I’m really into the color yellow
lately! It’s so weird because I’ve never
really liked this color before. I think
it’s because I’ve always thought it to be very girly and you know…I’m like more tough than that. I like black, and
blue, and gray….” By this point even I was getting bored of my commentary. God bless my friend and her undying
patience. Like I mentioned earlier, I get so starved for peer interaction I turn into a total idiot.
While I’m regretting not having something
more interesting to contribute to the conversation than my new favorite color, I will state that I'm still surprised at this new found fondness for yellow. It’s just never been my thing. Now, before this ridiculous topic takes over my post I think I should try to relate it to the above
pictures. The reason I was reflecting on this earlier conversation is because sitting here now, looking at these
images, I simply don’t see a lady who wears yellow. Black…yes.
Gray…great. Red…I’m a Leo, so it’s
kind of a given…but yellow? Who is this
woman I’ve become?
All I can reason is that the person in the
pictures above is the solitary type. The
kind of individual who hits the coffee shop solo and then gets down to business at
the public library quietly reading her latest thriller. However, the lady who came out today…well…she
still hits the coffee shop…some habits will never die…but, she’s got company. She’s laughing and blathering on about random
crap in her notoriously loud voice. Now
this is a woman who likes yellow. Huh…I
wonder if the woman who likes purple drinks coffee?
-r.
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