Despite the sad that was this weekend, I did manage to pull through with the help of some of my girls…combined with a whole lot of shopping…. and of course long distance support from some of the rest of my pals. For both sacrificing possible fun plans, driving hundreds of miles to spend 10 hours with me and taking endless phone calls throughout the weekend, you guys are the best. Now on to the festivities…
After spending the first night moping and doing laundry and eating about a gallon of fake ice cream, I made it through the morning to the evening when my visitor arrived. Fresh faced from her 4 and a half hour drive in from New York, she walked me through one fire and straight into another. As we sat down in the small cozy mexican restaurant, one of my favorite since moving to VA, we ordered our first margarita. To say the glass was big would not quite do it justice. I have seen buckets that are smaller. Priding ourselves on our drinking, we powered through the first yummy concoction and then it turned. The nice waiter came over to see if we would like another, we contemplated what flavor, size , etc we would request, when it happened, “Have you tried the banana?” Hmmmm.. we had, in fact, not. “Two bananas please.” Upon our first sip, we realized. Banana in this restaurant is code for arsenic. We looked straight at each other and laughed. “Are you suddenly sweating?” “Yeah, you too huh?” ” Yeah.” “Why do you think the nice man tried to poison us.” “Not sure.” But like good girls, we drank our drink and left for home.
Day two: Princess Carebear agreed to “thisgirlsit” whilst I was ousted from my place to provide space for the boy. After seeing definitely, maybe , where she was redeemed just barely from making me watch a couple sign divorce papers 
we headed to the store. Selecting a bottle of wine and a case of crappy and yet tasty drinks, we moved along to the Castle of Care. Drinking, talking and watching Veronica Mars, everything seemed so easy. Once we woke up the next day and began our journeys, the fun continued.. although thankfully the drinking did not. It’s a good thing Carebear doesn’t charge hourly for “thisgirlsitting.”
Anyway, when reality set in and the final face-off took place. I think the outcome seems pretty easy to swallow. The rules are set and we will see if we follow them. The fundamentals are in place and not as broken as was previously thought. But thanks to my girls, I know whatever happens… it will be fine. You know, as long as you are willing to “thisgirlsit” for the rest of your lives:)
