I had a great time at Skinny Bitch’s house . The two of us play off each other, and we laugh till tears stream down our faces and we pee a little. Then we laugh some more. We refined the ingenious plot to torture her husband, but that is a different story.
We did locate Will-Yummy and Tenderheart, which was who we were intent on seeing anyway. These two men are roomies, not lovers, and we visited them both in their very nice motor coach. Tenderheart doesn’t drink at all or socialize much, so we dragged Will-Yummy off for a night on the town that ended up at casa Skinny Bitch.
Port City Bitch* (pictured above) dropped us off, saying he had had enough of the wild side. Actually, he was aware of SB’s drink dispensing policy. And? He was driving.
Just to illustrate the size of the glasses SB mixes her most excellent drinks in: (I had a picture, but my batteries ran down. It’s gone now.) When she discovered them, the clerk said they were footed candy bowls. SB cocked her head, arched an eyebrow, and softly asked “Is that what you see when you look at them?” because she was totally loading them with ice and Bloody Caesars in her mind.
We consumed a few by the pool, and much hilarity and catching up ensued. They were both fascinated by my Skinny Bitch stories. Both read every one of them and laughed like fools. Will-Yummy announced that he was kidnapping me to go camping. At 5am, we gathered up most of my stuff, including the lovely housewarming gifts SB had given me, and taxied back to the motor coach, where I deposited my stuff and collapsed into the most comfortable bed I have ever slept in. The coach technically sleeps six, but since there were only three of us, plus one very cute dog, we all were very comfy in air-conditioned splendor.
I had a really great time. Will-Yummy and I laughed ourselves silly, while Tenderheart did the driving. There may have been beer. I know I brought a box of wine to leave at W-Y’s sister’s place. She was a most gracious hostess, and very down to earth. I asked if I was required to behave around his family, and was given a resounding NO! Be yourself!
And that’s exactly what I did.
I have given Tenderheart his blog name for good reason. While in the sister’s town, he spotted a stray dog, and asked me to keep an eye on Elton, his own dog, while he offered the stray food and water.
Since I’m a troublemaker at heart, I took the opportunity to tell Elton that Tenderheart was cheating on him with another dog. It must have worked because that night Elton slept with me. Hah!
All and all, I would have to say that although the ride in the motor coach took two days longer than a bus ride home, it was packed with so much fun and comfort that I believe I would go camping again.
If I were kidnapped. Because camping is apparently not for the weak.
*Photo courtesy of Tenderheart.