Now, most of you know me well enough. You understand that this will include at least four wrong turns, magical swearing and end with a crash. It's me and it's what I do...unfortunately well.
I was supposed to go and meet a girlfriend. We've not been able to get together for quite a while so we were both on the giddy/silly side. The night came. I fluffed up my curls (they ARE slightly on the naughty side. hee hee) hoisted up my 36 Longs in a sassy shirt and put on my clicky shoes. Nothing more grand in this world than a fresh coat of polish and wonderful clicky shoes to make a girl feel good. >sigh<>
The phone rang. Cheech was on his way home. He had to hop the shuttle and get to the lot but he was rolling. My girlfriend called. She was running late and would be there shortly. My stars were lining up. I clicked joyfully. Hooray me.
My girlfriend arrived. We giggled and laughed together, busy catching up. The others were meeting us. Yay! There would be LOTS of clicky shoes and fresh polish. Feeling the mood? I am. And I'm just typing.
The phone rang again. Cheech got on the wrong bus. He was lost. Let us pause here....
HE WAS LOST! LOST! DIDN'T KNOW WHERE HE WAS!!!
I'm very sorry but that was delicious. Let's have another bite: LOST
Did anyone and I mean ANYONE think it wouldn't be me? Hah! Yummy.
Well, having been in that seat more than once (in the last week) I sympathized and realized that the time it was going to take to correct this fiasco was great. I encouraged my girlfriend to go ahead of me. She gave me that look. "You're not coming." she pouted.
"yes. I am. I curled my hair. I look beautiful. I made dinner for him. IT looks beautiful...even the wine I chose for his dinner is beautiful. I have clicky shoes on. Ohhhh I'm gonna come out."
She pulled away from my home, beeped and waved.
I knew I wasn't going to get to go out. I clicked my shoes sadly. Their shine dulled a little. I noticed a chip in my polish.
But on a brighter note, my husband was lost...not me. I smiled to myself. Happiness can be achieved in the simplest ways.
I drank his beautiful wine and waited. He finally arrived. I was only an hour behind my friend. He kissed me, drank some of his wine. (Out of guilt I poured him another glass.) and gently prodded me out the door with a goose on the fanny, admiration for my clicky shoes and an apology. Life was lookin good. I couldn't get ahold of my galpal so I called her husband and had him tell her I was on my way. Wait! WAIT! I'm COOOOOMMMMINGG! Wait for me fun!!! PLEASE~
My pleas went unheard. The parking lot was jammed. There was not one spot available; not even to double park. I looked for my friend's car so I could park her in. Nope. I chose a spot in front of a business that was already closed. The shopkeeper came flying out screaming at me that I was out of my "firetruck-ing" mind if I thought I was gonna park there. He was dialing the tow company...HE WAS A-DIALIN! Geez! I should showed him my shoes. THEN he'd have let me park there. I know it. They were dazzling by all counts. Finally driving into the woods I permitted Smokey the Bear to valet my baby near some stumps and a creek. Bambi was near by so I figured it was okay. Is five acorns a good tip? I made my way in and headed for the bar. Now I had to find my girlfriend.
It was crowded and it was one of those "meat market" nights. I regretted my shoes, my outfit, my hair...even my lipstick. I was mauled and pawed by an assortment of jerks, wolves, and idiots. I couldn't see my friend. I didn't buy my first drink..or the next one. They sat in front of me, untouched.
"You don't need your friend. You can party with us." I smelled cigarettes, fried onions and cheap beer. My hip was rubbed for the last time. It wasn't THAT crowded.
I smiled "No Thanks, but have a nice night." and walked away, realizing sadly that I preferred the company of the woods and the animals outside. Bambi and Smokey helped me to my car. I gave them some bar peanuts that I snagged.
I drove home barefoot with the top down; my curls trying to get away in the wind. My iPod sang to me. I eventually caved in and sang along. I called Cheech to tell him that I was NOT LOST and would be home soon.
I arrived to find my bistro softly lit, a wonderful glass of wine, some romantic snicky snacks and the radio. I set my clicky shoes aside and cuddled up enjoying the moon, the breeze and my wonderful night.
