Lunch! Martinis! Gossip! Girls Gone Wild!
That’s Emilie on the left, me in the middle, and Cynthia on the right.
I didn’t get lost and I wasn’t even late. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD? So Emilie had the cherries in the snow martini. Cynthia had the hyno-breeze martini. I had the purple cow martini. Okay, I had two.
The waitress remembered us. “Oh, you’re the ones who had the Fruity F*ckers last time.” We’re memorable! So we discussed the Fruity F*ckers, mostly to take advantage of the opportunity to say Fruity F*ckers as many times as we could work into five minutes.
This writer gig is a tough job, but someone’s got to do it. :hehe:
