M Is For Milkshake

Even though I wrote all that nonsense about feeling guilty for staying in bed when it was nice out, it wasn't enough guilt to actually motivate me. I was still laying here, intermittently staring at my wall, reading, catnapping, feeling guilty...then Kimberly called to give me the details of the party her boss threw for the office, since they'd done something ridiculous in sales, $50,000 or $50,000,000, I can't remember. I just know it deserved a party that apparently had a three-hour open bar.

She doesn't remember seating herself at Pastis, nor ordering Pate, 2 steaks, 2 burgers, and 4 caesar salads for the table. She does remember waking up and getting sick, though. I'm STILL not recovered from my own last experience with an open bar (and am not sure I ever will be!), so I can certainly relate. At the end of the phone call, we decide to meet for brunch, since guilt was driving me to go into Manhattan to work out and go to the office.

I make it into the city about 1.5 hours later and we head to Josie's, where we proceed to get exactly the same things we ordered the last time we went about 8 months ago, minus the Sangria. She could not drink and I could not sugar. A friend calls and asks her a favor that leads to us buying 120 huge ass cookies from Au Bon Pain for 50% off. We carry them to her place. I do not eat any.

The rest of the day flies by. I look at pictures of her new niece, try to fix her computer (it is WAY beyond anything I can do for it), try to fix her iTunes (ditto), pick out my favorite shots from her contact sheets, watch girl movies, talk about boys, take a picture of the Empire State Building as a big storm rolls in...you know, just hang.

Meghan calls at one point and I miss it because my phone is on vibrate. Her VM says, "I need your opinion on something...I'm at Urban Outfitters and I came for the 'S is for Shortie' t-shirt? But I'm also debating over the 'M is for Milkshake' t-shirt.'" I call her back, but she's already decided on 'M is for Milkshake,' since she likes the shade of pink more and the placement of the 'milkshake' part of that phrase.

I get invited out to Karaoke at one point, and even though part of me wants to go and blow the roof off the joint because it's been WAY TOO LONG since my last QUALITY Karaoke episode (birthday doesn't count as red wine, champagne, whiskey, vodka, and saki had effectively rendered me tone deaf), I'm having too much fun with Kimberly, just chilling and being myself with nothing to do but debate the merits of an 'S if for Shortie' tee vs. an 'M is for Milkshake' tee and no guilt to associate with any of it.

And btw, Meghan, I would have gone with 'M is for Milkshake,' too.