Apparently I Have Cooties…

Last night a group of us got together for dinner, drinks and a chick flick.  Steph and I met the other two ladies at the Melting Pot for some fondue goodness and Love martinis*.  One of the ladies who joined us is Steph’s co-worker.  I had never met her before and found that she was really nice.  We all joked and chatted and had a great time.

After dinner we headed across the parking lot to the movie theater to see Bride Wars.  Once inside the theater, Steph led the way down a row to sit down.  I was behind Steph and the co-worker was behind me.  I sat beside Steph and the co-worker refused to sit beside me.  She put a chair in between us and piled her coat and purse on top of the vacant seat.  I jokingly said, “Um, you can sit next to me.  I don’t bite or have cooties or anything.”  She looked at me and flat out refused.  An awkward silence followed.  I looked at Steph and told her that her friend apparently didn’t want to sit next to me.  Steph ended up moving seats and sitting in the middle of us.

Do you find that strange?!

I was kind of taken aback by that behavior.  I didn’t do anything to offend her prior to going into the theater.  In fact, we were all laughing and having a great time.

Steph ended up talking to the co-worker (who had a hangover) this morning.  The co-worker told Steph that she hoped she didn’t offend me last night at the movie but that she has major personal space issues.  The co-worker thought the movie seats were narrower than they actually were which is why she didn’t mind Steph sitting next to her.  Um, riiight.   Sitting in the booth at the Melting Pot must have killed her then.

I still don’t know what to think.  I’ve never had something like that happen to me before.

**Love Martini Recipe**

1/3 White Cranberry Juice

1/3 Malibu Rum

1/3 peach schnapps

Top with strawberry slices and enjoy!

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Meet Rick

Meet Rick.  Rick Diculous, that is.  He was Dr. Cindita’s mascot/escort/cake topper last weekend during her Florida Bachelorette Extravaganza.  Dr. C narrowly escaped the clutches of Hurricane Ike to join us for a celebration of her upcoming wedding.  It’s a good thing she did because amazing times were had by all in Brevard County.

I went to pick up Dr. C in Orlando in the middle of the night last Thursday.  Ike was bearing down on the Texas Gulf Coast (my former home, yipe!) and she was luckily able to switch her flight from Friday morning to Thursday evening.  My mom came over to sleep on our couch while I took a small road trip over to Orlando International.  Dr. C crashed at our house that night and then joined me for a preschool morning.  We stopped by my mom’s house to pick her up, dropped Wildman off at preschool, went to Starbucks, took Cutie Pie to his music class, zipped over to the mall, picked up Wildman from school, dropped my mom off to get her car and grabbed some lunch at Panera.  I don’t think the childless Dr. C was prepared for Cutie Pie’s earthy Music Together class.  It was more like a breastfeeding celebration.  She handled it very well though.  She will never “My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean” the same again, I’m afraid…

J got home from his business trip as Dr. C and I were lounging on our bed watching TV while the boys took naps.  He didn’t expect to see two women in his bed when he returned home from work 🙂

The party officially began on Friday at 6:30 PM when Dr. C and Mrs. G went with me to Zumba.  The class was especially tough and I’m pretty sure we stunk really bad when we met up with the rest of our party for dinner…  We were hoping that the BBQ smells would mask our workout stench.  No one really complained.  Perhaps they were being nice…  Anyway, hush puppies and gossip were enjoyed by all.  Turns out all six of us have befriended the same mystery guy on Facebook.  One person in our party recalled that he was in our high school’s band.  The rest of us had no clue who he was except for the fact that he was a fellow Scorp.

After dinner, Dr. C. met Rick for the first time.  He was proudly sprawled out on her Funfetti cake with his special message: “Lucky Lady”.  And, yes, yes, she was a lucky lady that weekend.  Who wouldn’t be with Rick Diculous around?!  His come hither grin is too charming to resist.

We ended up at Ichabod’s bar for a few drinks after showers and cake at our hotel.  We sat outside and were told that they could not give us table service because it was “about to go off”.  When it’s that crowded people had to come to the bar to be served.  About five more people showed up over the course of the evening.  We closed the bar down and I have to report that it never “went off”…

Saturday was a memorable 24 hours.  Most of the events of the evening will have to be spared from this blog.  But I will tell you that we enjoyed a yummy breakfast at a local beachside restaurant, indulged in pedicures in the afternoon, visited our old high school and consumed amazing fodue in the evening at the Melting Pot.  I’ll leave the rest up to your imagination…  Just know that many, many laughs were had and Rick was there for it all.

Yes, I’m the only cool one with my eyes closed…  I think my false eyelashes were slipping or something.  Aren’t the rest of the ladies cute though?

The bridal shower on Sunday with the moms was fun as well.  Dr. Cindita is all prepared in the lingerie department now.  We shared old stories and caught up on more gossip.  It was a great way to wrap up the weekend festivities.

Do you like Dr. C’s 1000 carat ring?  It was given to her by a doctor or a lawyer.  🙂

I hope Dr. C had a great time visiting her old Florida haunts and experiencing some new ones.  It was an amazing weekend shared by some awesome friends!