« HOME DEPOT, IKEA, AND A CELERY GREEN WALL | Main | Babies, Passports and Glitter »
April 2, 2007
Life Lesson #237: Never Put Pearls on a Dog
No matter how much she begs. It's just not right.
Hello, all! I just got back from a fabulous weekend with Jenny Crusie and Alesia Holliday in wonderful NYC and... I'm flippin' exhausted! It was almost too much fun to be legal, we had a wonderful time, although Jenny has a disturbing fascination with ugly dogs. I won't link directly because I don't want to be responsible for the shock to your system, but if you do a Google search for "world's ugliest dog" then it's your own damn fault. That's pretty much all you need to know.
Although if you go to Jenny's blog, you'll understand the title for this blog.
Anyway, I'd like to tell you that the whole weekend was spent sipping tea with pinkies out, discussing fine literary concerns, but it was a lot of Diet Coke and chocolate and laughing so hard we wept, which is also a lot of fun. I also made some important discoveries this weekend:
One, that I make sound effects when I type. I didn't notice this little quirk until Jenny was teasing my by doing it on her laptop and I said, "Do you always make sound effects when you type?" and she and Alesia burst out laughing. Apparently, I'm very low on self-awareness.
Two, there's almost nothing that anyone can say that you can't make dirty by adding some homemade "bow chicka bow bow" porn music after.
Three, that if you want to scare your writer pals during a girls' weekend, just say, "That's going on the blog, bitch," after everything they say. The unfortunate flipside of that is that, despite the fact that we weren't even drinking, I've forgotten most of the things I said were going on the blog. Either that or they're just not as funny and damning now, which is definitely a possibility. It's entirely possible that both Alesia and Jenny behaved with total class and decorum, and it was only me that was so plotzed from laughing that I thought everything they did would make a great blog entry. Now, after a long train ride home and a full night's sleep, the only embarrassing stuff I can remember is stuff I did or said, and that's not going on the blog, bitch. At least not mine.
All in all, it was an energizing and hilarious weekend. I tried to explain to Fish when I got home about how rejuvenating it is to sit around with a girlfriend and just talk. He doesn't believe you can have fun doing that, because it's a guys' idea of the perfect torture. I'm telling you, the next time Jack Bauer wants to elicit information from a bad guy, all he has to do is pull his wife in and have her say, "Let's talk! All weekend!" and he'll turn over like a cheap penny.
Sorry. That's an aside. I tend to go off on tangents, especially after having a great girls' weekend! So... tell me about your best girls' weekends! Essential activities, foods, and discussion points. I say - sitting on the couch in a Greenwich village apartment, eating Cheetos and Diet Coke, and discussing really ugly dogs. What about you?
Posted by Lani at 9:34 AM | Comments (6)
Comments
When Sissy #2 had foot surgery and I went up to help. We spent most of a week tucked into her bed, watching old movies she'd borrowed from the library and eating lasagna. It honestly doesn't get much better than that.
Posted by: The LC Eileen ![[TypeKey Profile Page]](http://www.literarychicks.com/nav-commenters.gif)
at April 2, 2007 11:27 AM
Sitting on a hotel bed, surrounded by Chinese food, lots of alcohol(some of which the bedspread insisted on sharing)and laughing with your best writer friends at a conference. Twice a year if I'm lucky. That's why I abandoned Lani to karaoke without me.
Posted by: Sheryl at April 2, 2007 11:59 AM
One, that I make sound effects when I type. I didn't notice this little quirk until Jenny was teasing my by doing it on her laptop and I said, "Do you always make sound effects when you type?" and she and Alesia burst out laughing.
Add me to the bursting out laughing contingent.
And did the ugly dog look anything like this?
http://www.rmallnutt.com/pages/CRW_7186.htm
Posted by: Barb at April 2, 2007 12:46 PM
One of my best girls' weekend included a whole in the wall chinese restuarant, bowling, and hours of very nice looking men on the tv... of course it wouldnt be a true girls' weekend without gossip and dancing in the bowling lane and laughing so hard that the whole restaurant glares at you...
Guys dont understand the need for girl talk. I think that is good because most of the time we talk about them! lol
Posted by: Kimberly H at April 2, 2007 2:00 PM
I had a get-together with two great friends at a coffee shop. Made me realize how much I miss a really good gabfest. There's nothing better than talking about everything and nothing at all. My friends know I'm not picky. Good wine or good coffee will do. Hell, cheap wine will do (my hubby's two cents... hmm)
Plus, where else would you get good tips on how to wear cleavage defining apparel?! These ladies have my back (or in this case, my, um, front?).
Posted by: Delilah at April 2, 2007 2:51 PM
You're right, Delilah, that was pretty dang awesome. Did you notice how fast we were talking? And how we never stopped?
Posted by: The LC Eileen at April 2, 2007 9:18 PM
