Because I just got back from lunch with Cathy Bauer (Jerry's Esposa)
and her cousin Jodie. Jodie has a blog called "Diary of the Two Date
Diva" so we swapped dating horror stories and compared notes. My
sides still hurt from laughing. Cathy is hysterically funny also, so
when Jodie wasn't making me wish we were closer to the bathroom, Cathy
was.
I even put aside my fear of Fatz Restaurants (the kiss of death to
first dates, but apparently not such a bad place to go with friends).
I would have suggested we meet at my favorite pub in Spartanburg -
Delaney's - but Spring Fling is going on right now and all of downtown
is blocked off. Instead, I suggested a Fatz that's right off the
interstate so they could get back on easily (even though they're only
going another 20 miles before getting off on the back roads to get to
Morganton.) The waiter was a hoot - a young college student with dark
soulful eyes that he used expertly. How often do a group of middle
age (well, me and Cathy, Jodie's still a baby at 35) get the
experience of a waiter looking deeply into our eyes as he asks us what
kind of dressing we want on our salads as if he's just been waiting
for this moment all his life?
In addition to swapping dating horror stories, we swapped "colorful
family stories". Cathy and Jodie's family make mine appear borderline
normal. Well, close to borderline normal. Okay, maybe as close to
borderline normal as Minnesota is from the Mexican border. I'm not
sure what the other diners thought of us, although I did notice some
of them scrutinizing our drinks very closely. I wanted to tell one of
them (whose eyebrows were in danger of disappearing completely
everytime Jodie said "vibrator") "Hey, this is just normal. Trust me,
we're scary if there's alcohol involved."
It was a great two hours. I've already gone over to Jodie's blog and
it's well worth checking out. (http://twodatediva.blogspot.com/)
Also, Cathy understood when I told her that I found the mental image
of Jerry wearing a kilt while playing the harp (did I phrase that so
the harp is ****d but Jerry isn't? Good), but she reassured me that
she'd bought him black underwear so no delicate bits would be seen, no
matter how much the wind kicked up.
Then I topped the day off by buying a new set of pots and pans.
Stainless steel with a thick copper bottom. Whoo hoo! Some women
collect jewelry, I apparently like collecting kitchenware. I also got
the Reynolds vacuum sealer and some bags so the next time I get a
great deal on some meat or something, I won't be doing mouth to mouth
on the ziplocks. Thanks for the tip, Boron!
Lisa Ann
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