Good morning Good morning Good morning. Not like I'm having a particularly exciting morning myself, I just felt it needed to be said.
So yesterday was spent for the most part on my butt. Okay, I would say about 90 percent of my day was on my butt. But that's alright because seeing Eddie really takes a lot out of you. It does! I swear it.
I did, however, go out to eat with the girls last nite which is completely foreign to me. To be honest, I didn't really realize how foreign it was until I was actually there, surrounded by 5 other women. We went to an Indian restaurant down off St. Marks (surprise surprise) and it was also my first time having Indian food. Mostly because I just never have, though Im sure somewhere in my life Ive had an Indian dish of some sort, but also because I am very sensitive to spicy foods. Yes yes, I know, they make mild and even sweet plates. It's not all curry, Im well aware, but, well, whatever. So anyway, the food was fantastic. It was all the conversation that threw me for a loop.
Whenever I hear or read or think about women talking the general stereotype of talking about boys and periods and bras comes up but I never ACTUALLY think gaggles of girls really discuss these things all the time. I am wrong. Very wrong. This bothers me because although I've known that I've never really hung out with ladies, I thought I'd had atleast a couple conversations with some in my life. Well basically, it came down to talking about...well, boys for one. The begining of the conversation was one single girl and one girl in a 6 month relationship talking about nerve.com which apparently is the latest in meeting people. Now let me first say that neither of these women are ugly ducklings. Very pretty ladies indeed. I found it amusing that the one in the relationship found her love online and was giving profile tips to the other. Online meeting people has quickly gone from "eeew" to the norm.
Secondly, boobs. There was a TON of boob talk. To the point where I think a couple of them tried to find out if the could actually put their mouth on their own breast. I found this highly amusing. Of course I didnt even have to bother because there is absolutely no way I could do that unless I was a contortionist. However, the asst. with the F cup put us all to some serious shame. We also talked about bra sizes and what a difference it makes to actually go get yourself professionaly measured at some bra store in the village. "I thought I was a DD all this time and I found out I was an F! The difference is amazing!" Now Im not thinking "Wow, really?" Im thinking "A FREAKIN F? What?!"
So yeah, it's true ladies and gents. When girls get together, they...urhm...WE...talk about girly stuff. I tell you what, when I got home last nite to a room full of boys, I suddenly felt I could speak again. I think I was mostly just in awe at the dinner table.
Oh yeah, and the food was great and a plenty. Im pretty sure that our boss ordered atleast 200 dollars worth of food for us all. The equivalent to every appetizer on the menu was on our table plus an entree each. It truly was a great time. I'll have to give it a shot a little more often...
Oh, and I get to go to the big apple circus final dress because my boss did the props for them. Ive never been to a circus (that I can remember) so Im thrilled!
Off to work I go! Ta
So yesterday was spent for the most part on my butt. Okay, I would say about 90 percent of my day was on my butt. But that's alright because seeing Eddie really takes a lot out of you. It does! I swear it.
I did, however, go out to eat with the girls last nite which is completely foreign to me. To be honest, I didn't really realize how foreign it was until I was actually there, surrounded by 5 other women. We went to an Indian restaurant down off St. Marks (surprise surprise) and it was also my first time having Indian food. Mostly because I just never have, though Im sure somewhere in my life Ive had an Indian dish of some sort, but also because I am very sensitive to spicy foods. Yes yes, I know, they make mild and even sweet plates. It's not all curry, Im well aware, but, well, whatever. So anyway, the food was fantastic. It was all the conversation that threw me for a loop.
Whenever I hear or read or think about women talking the general stereotype of talking about boys and periods and bras comes up but I never ACTUALLY think gaggles of girls really discuss these things all the time. I am wrong. Very wrong. This bothers me because although I've known that I've never really hung out with ladies, I thought I'd had atleast a couple conversations with some in my life. Well basically, it came down to talking about...well, boys for one. The begining of the conversation was one single girl and one girl in a 6 month relationship talking about nerve.com which apparently is the latest in meeting people. Now let me first say that neither of these women are ugly ducklings. Very pretty ladies indeed. I found it amusing that the one in the relationship found her love online and was giving profile tips to the other. Online meeting people has quickly gone from "eeew" to the norm.
Secondly, boobs. There was a TON of boob talk. To the point where I think a couple of them tried to find out if the could actually put their mouth on their own breast. I found this highly amusing. Of course I didnt even have to bother because there is absolutely no way I could do that unless I was a contortionist. However, the asst. with the F cup put us all to some serious shame. We also talked about bra sizes and what a difference it makes to actually go get yourself professionaly measured at some bra store in the village. "I thought I was a DD all this time and I found out I was an F! The difference is amazing!" Now Im not thinking "Wow, really?" Im thinking "A FREAKIN F? What?!"
So yeah, it's true ladies and gents. When girls get together, they...urhm...WE...talk about girly stuff. I tell you what, when I got home last nite to a room full of boys, I suddenly felt I could speak again. I think I was mostly just in awe at the dinner table.
Oh yeah, and the food was great and a plenty. Im pretty sure that our boss ordered atleast 200 dollars worth of food for us all. The equivalent to every appetizer on the menu was on our table plus an entree each. It truly was a great time. I'll have to give it a shot a little more often...
Oh, and I get to go to the big apple circus final dress because my boss did the props for them. Ive never been to a circus (that I can remember) so Im thrilled!
Off to work I go! Ta
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