This posting is dedicated to 2 of my best friends, Lauren & Stephanie. I had the pleasure of spending the weekend with those classy broads and let me tell you what a time it was. Despite my nagging corporate hangover on Friday, I was able to make it up to Steph's new pad without much incident. We then proceed to do what we have done for basically every meal since the 9th grade: pizza, mozzarella sticks & something to spice it up a bit - this time it was garlic knots.
Now if you don't know us or anyone from New Jersey you may not truly understand how important this is. I currently live in Maryland and although I passionately love crab cakes, they are NOT pizza and for the longest time I didn't even think Italians lived anywhere in the state. They just don't understand. In college I worked at a pizza place/bar and it was a week before I exasperatingly yelled, "WHERE DO YOU GUYS MAKE THE PIZZA?!?!?". I was directed to the conveyor belt oven where I had been heating up dinner rolls for the past 7 days, yuck.. The conversation went from there... ok so that is where you cook it, but where do you make it? The response, "Ha, Cortney wants us to throw a pizza up in the air"... yeah because that is how you make one.... Well where do you make the sauce? It's delivered,we don't have time for that... Really? because I don't see anyone in here.. and no I absolutely do not want to try a slice... Oh wait, you don't even sell it by the slice... Where in the H am I?
Now that you have an understanding of the obsession we can move on. Unfortunately, I passed out in the middle of Fashion Police and ended up spending the night on the couch, in my leggings, and not in Stephanie's luxurious bed.
The next morning I frantically try get ready to head to Lauren's while trying not to realize I haven't really slept in 3 days and that not only am I still hungover from Thursday but I absolutely reek of garlic... Which could be good or bad, I'll let you decide.
We arrive at Laurens mere minutes before our train is supposed to leave (we'll cover my complete fear/disdain for locomotives at a later date). We proceed to call our favorite freckled friend time & time again with no answer. Now in my head, I have had Lauren killed either by an intruder, or slipped in the bathtub - I instantly regret not getting her an 'I've fallen and I can't get up' necklace for her 24th birthday. Lauren emerged from the bushes & we sprint to the train, without fail Stephanie breaks a heel. This then lead to an impromptu shoe cobbling session at the Penn Station Duane Reade. Like I said never a dull moment...
We then head into the street to trek to Spa H like a 'banged up sex & the city' (thank you Jacqueline Laurita!) I realize through all of this plus my growing nausea that we have not stopped laughing, especially when we decided to snuggle into two seater for our train ride across the river.
Needless to say the excitement didn't end there... Lauren was asked by her masseur how deep she wanted it and if not too limp was okay... After massages the eating began! That (and the mimosas) is where the real excitement lies. We ate all the way from Murray Hill into the West Village and of course back over to the Jersey side... (different river than Bruce was talking about, but he wouldn't mind the comparison)
Even though we have become rapidly aging old women (myself being the eldest of the bunch) we had a great time and got to bed at a great time as well. Once again I was too tired to actually make it into Lauren's bed, although this time I had taken out my contacts & changed out of my pants for the day.
Being friends for so long, we have been through a lot together & have had out fair share of trials and tribulations. I must mention we are not the sole unit here, we were missing 2 or 3 counterparts and I know the day would have been even better if they were there. But through all the BS, drama, & cosby's there is the laughter. Sitting on the train ride home, we reminisced about cheerleading: the cheers, the fun & the betches - and through it all, no matter how it was then, at that moment we were there together and even though they are in Princeton, Aberdeen, Barnegat, or Maryland we are still all together.....
I thank my friends for ensuring that I am able to see, hear & live through the static...
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