This is “girlfriend week.” I am doing several events with my girlfriends – dinners and concerts. No men tagging along. It will be fun and a chance to blow off steam.
Dinner with women is different from dinner with men. Starting with cocktails, there is always discussion and tasting and coaxing. We are going to a restaurant with an extensive sangria menu. Making this decision could take 20 minutes!
Then we taste each other’s drink. I consider myself lucky if I like my drink best. That’s not always true.
Ordering the meal – oy vay! I need to know what everyone is getting before I commit. I can’t do salad or anything healthy if someone gets a wonderful smelly entre. I know this from experience. I cannot remain civilized if I smell French fries next to me! I steal food.
We order odd stuff. Maybe we’ll order one entre split 3 ways with another entre split 2 ways and a couple of shared appetizers. Someone is always dieting so ordering dessert is tricky. No one ever wants dessert but we get it anyway!
It’s always complicated – onions, no onions, fat-free dressing, full-fat honey mustard dressing. We are good tippers so the staff doesn’t mind our shenanigans — at least not that they would say.
Then there is the transportation. Three of us are going to a concert that is 45 minutes away. All of it is highway driving. Should be easy peasy, right? Wrong!
We all try to use the “old card.” The problem is that we are all the same age so the “old card” doesn’t work. None of us feel confident driving at night so we jockey for “getting out of the driving” duties.
When we were young we fought to drive! I remember driving through Washington DC at 3 a.m. with everyone sleeping in the car! Not a problem! Didn’t get lost and there was no Red Bull then!
We try everything to get out of driving. One pulled an “it’s my birthday card” and the other pulled an “I have cataracts card” so guess who is driving? Yep me. No birthday and cataracts yanked out long ago. Bummer. I need a life threatening issue that’s not too problematic.
I have no sense of direction. Last time I drove, I totally missed the city we were going to and ended up 20 miles on the opposite side before ANYONE (including me) noticed that we missed a turn.
Since I’ve been to this concert venue many, many times, I am hoping not to make a wrong turn. Maybe. It will be dark and you know everything looks different then.
I hope there are no the dead deer on the road. It totally freaks me out to see Bambi lying there lifeless!
We need to win the lottery so we can hire a driver! It should be someone young (so they can see well) and muscular (in case of a carjacking). We will do extensive interviews. That would add a new dimension to girlfriends’ week for sure!