To her benefit, my daughter is quite neat and tidy about her apartment space. But when I got there on Sunday afternoon and the hot, hot sun (are you singing how bizarre! how bizarre! now?) came crashing through the windows I noticed a rather disgusting sight: her toilet bowl. It was the college mom in me that grabbed some cleaner, poured it on until my eyes bled from the fumes, and scrubbed it until it was fit for me to hoist my own tootie on it.
I couldn’t go anywhere or do anything else until that toilet was clean.
Right after that, The Fluid Pudding called me and we knew we’d arrive at Bailey’s Chocolate Bar at the same time. When I got off the phone I said to Mallory, “That was THE Fluid Pudding. Yeah. Uh huh. She has my cell number.” and I was smug for 1/1000th of a second because explaining my excitement to people about those that I read (and know and love) online is like reasoning with a clown that his honking nose is not funny. Unless you’re into that. And with online writers, I am. I am into them.
Since everyone including her and her and her and her and her and her and her has already re-capped this better and way before I, then I shall simply provide photographic evidence that I, indeed, met Bossy on her Saturn-sponsored Excellent Road trip.
Near the destination we saw great houses and this blue one just called my name. If this is your house then: PRETTY.
There was a scrumptious cheese tray with spiced walnuts that made my mouth do a happy dance. Perhaps a lambada?
There were photos I tried to take secretly save for the WHIRR, CLICK of the Canon. This should be an ad for something. Bamboo linens? Cheeky haircuts? Divine goddesses?
There were “Wouldn’t This Be A Funny Picture?” poses that required no libation lubrication. This is me sober. No, don’t run away. Come back.
There were desserts that my daughter ordered while I was busy chatting away with boisterous women. At one point, perhaps to simply shut me up, she shoved the pistachio-encrusted truffle in my mouth.
There were pictures that should never be enlarged because leftover mint from mojito-tasting is stuck in my teeth. If it looks fuzzy, it’s because my camera is drunk again. The lush.
There were “artistic” shots of Bossy taken with the ethereal light she produces from her being. While I am enamored with her site, I’m altogether smitten with her presence and soulfulness. I had taken two other pictures of her that she didn’t like (but one has her great arched eyebrow and it scares me a little) so I promised not to post it.
Several things stand out from that night: smelling Fluid Pudding’s hair (twice), Mallory putting her foot on the table and having every camera in the vicinity snap a photo of her tattooed tootsie, standing on a chair to pose for the long-armed Bossy shot and then realizing that leaning over in my skirt in front of the restaurant window may not have been a good idea, getting passionate and loud, no I mean LOUD, about education, and learning Bossy’s middle name. It made me forget all about cleaning toilets.
April 24, 2008 @ 9:33 pm | Filed under Nice, Photos | Permalink |
Angella Said,
April 24, 2008 @ 10:01 pm
You *also* throw the kissy-face?
We really ARE twins. Except for my pastiness.
Also?
You are too hot for words. Amen.
Bri Said,
April 24, 2008 @ 11:21 pm
That’s such a Mom thing to do! When my Mom visits, I always catch her doing my dishes.
It was so great to meet you, AND Mallory! It’s always great to meet a blogger in the education community, hope you won’t mind if I pick your brain when the time comes. lol
Angie Said,
April 25, 2008 @ 6:47 am
Well, hell. I think I just fell in love with you all over again.
mp Said,
April 25, 2008 @ 10:09 am
I think Bossy should come visit us at least once a month..and I think we should have big ROUND tables so we can all get a chance to talk to everyone….it was hard hearing all the great stories that were flying around..
Your butt hugging that window was priceless!!
tanilan Said,
April 25, 2008 @ 1:03 pm
I have just spent the past 1 1/2 hours catching up on reading your blog (for some reason I can’t read it at school anymore). I have really missed your words and your outlook on life.
Glad to see your family is doing so well. I can’t believe Mallory is about to be finished with college.
Hope all is well with you and yours
Much Love
Daisy Said,
April 25, 2008 @ 1:53 pm
I love the pix! But the part that really strikes me is the college apartment description. I am leaving in a few hours to stay with my own daughter at her college apartment. Her toilet is two-toned, and her bathroom has at least four colors in its decor. I just hope it’s reasonably clean.
Avitable Said,
April 25, 2008 @ 4:04 pm
Wait - Bossy had editorial approval over photos? She didn’t even ask to look at the ones I took.
You got to meet her, but I had her stay at my house, so neener neener.
And I think Karl and I were the only two straight men who got to meet her for this entire roadtrip.
Mocha Momma Said,
April 25, 2008 @ 5:55 pm
Angella - Twins for so so much. You forgot about the two L’s in our names. LLOVE YOU.
Bri - Pick away. Hope you don’t mind leftovers or scrambled eggs. That’s all I got right now.
Angie - Shut the front door! I was thinking about my lovefest with you and that pic of you all hazy and looking down? I want to PhotoShop a baby in your arms and it can be for some Babies R Us ad or something.
mp - Please remember me for my lucid wonderings and creative discourse. Not the window butt.
tanilan - I’ve been banned at my own school, too. In fact, the entire DISTRICT is banned from my blog. That tickles me.
Daisy - Have fun cleaning toilets. Umm..I mean, SURE, they’ll be clean.
Avitable - Wait. Karl’s straight?
Elizabeth Said,
April 26, 2008 @ 7:57 am
I just tried eating those pictures and came up with a mouthful of monitor. That’s just a cruel, cruel thing to do to a woman first thing in the morning. *tsk*
Um.. yeah… the food. Yeah.
Tattoo Seeker Said,
April 26, 2008 @ 12:21 pm
That food looks yummy, and you are too cute! You seem like you have a blast no matter what you’re doing, even if it’s cleaning toilets!
White Hot Magik Said,
April 26, 2008 @ 4:12 pm
Hey Lady,
I am just catching up on your latest entries. They are delicious. I was going to try and say something pithy but the sudden urger to go consume mass quantities is too strong for rational thought.
Big Mike In Oz Said,
April 26, 2008 @ 9:15 pm
You’re teetering on the brink of perfect motherhood. Not my mother, obviously, but a mother.
When my mother is coming to visit we have to scrub the place from top to bottom. Not so she thinks we’re clean, but rather because she’s going to clean anyway but since she’s on the high side of 70 we’re trying to taper off the workload for her.
Daisy Said,
April 27, 2008 @ 7:29 pm
I’m back, and I didn’t have to clean their toilet! Amazing. I asked some random questions while I was there, though, like “Why is there a hubcap hanging on your wall?” (because we found it and it’s pretty) and “Does this highlighter belong on top of the toilet?” (Yes). Ah, to be 21 again.
Kristin Said,
April 27, 2008 @ 8:45 pm
It’s become 6 degrees of Bossy! If Bossy slept in my guest room, and then had drinks with you, does that count as our hanging out?
Now, if only you’d come clean my toilet… oh never mind, that’s what the children are for.
raqgold Said,
April 28, 2008 @ 7:14 am
great yummy food shots. of course, the photos of the ladies are also great