-Look! Showgirls… of Magic!
-There’s a dove coming out of her boob.
-We’re so going to see that.
I feel like glahr. Gllaaaahhhhr. I got sick before I left for Utah, and oddly, a week of hiking and 3a.m. girl-talk sessions kind of made me feel worse. Now my phlegm is abundant and green. I fear that it’s a new phlegm-based life form that can draw energy from the sun and overtake the earth. The trip was totally worth it though.
Tomorrow we’re off to Vegas, because I hear Ann Margaret has restorative powers. Actually, it’s because Bryan is turning 36. (Happy birthday, baby!) So if you notice a mound of green ooze blocking out the sun, that’s because weak margaritas, second-hand smoke, and the taint of despair aren’t good for my cold either. Sorry about that.
This is good for licking.
We head out for an after-work drink at a martini bar that keeps a slushy machine full of vodka mix. Bryan brings us Very Berry Martinis.
Me: Whoa. That’s strong.
Rachel: And sweet.
Me: Just like I like my men.
Rachel: Strong and sweet.
Me: And fruity.