Girls in the Hood
I know on this blog we talk a lot about the hot men. And sometimes hot chicks as well. And that’s all fine and dandy. I mean, who doesn’t like the beautiful people? They are quite fun to fantasize about. However, today I want to blog about what truly matters to me: my girlfriends. Fuck Brad Pitt. And Angalina! I’d rather hang with my Naughty and Spice sisters any day!
Maybe it’s because I just returned from RT, maybe it’s because I’m all excited about the Sex and the City movie coming out. Whatever the reason, lately I’m feeling very grateful for my lovely ladies. The fact is, I need my girls. Who else understands the perils of womanhood/ romance writinghood/motherhood/sisterhood/whateverhood. I mean, we all have hoods, right? Let’s just take a minute to celebrate our hoodness.
For example. Back in Pittsburgh I had a bit of a female issue. It was unexpected. So my dear friend Eden Bradley and I wandered down to the local drugstore. The place was empty…except for the one other lady in the one aisle I happened to be wandering around. Of course, she was to be a fellow writer with a hood. And you know what? I wasn’t embarrassed. I just smiled and said, “Oh, I’m here picking up a personal item that is very personal and I can’t really name it. Tee hee.” The girl in the aisle (kay, it was Eliza Gayle) said, “Oh, that! You talked about it last night in the bar!”
Of course I did.
But it was all good because I was hanging with my girls. They didn’t judge me when I ate too many French fries. When I spit my supposed veggie burger that was actually meat back into my napkin they just nodded in sympathy. And when I really, really needed a cocktail, guess who made sure I had my Stoli? My girlfriends!
And so right now, I want you to all go drink a Cosmo and toast to the sisterhood!
Cheers!
April 24th, 2008 at 1:05 am
You told me about your personal problem over the phone. And I told you I loved you because you had no problem telling me that.
I also stole your drink in the bar on Saturday night. I think that makes me a bad friend. You’re the good friend who let me steal.
Long live the hoods!
April 24th, 2008 at 1:09 am
Karen, dude. I think you know me better than that. I was totally trying to get you drunk. I never give up my cocktail unless I have some sort of devious plan.
April 24th, 2008 at 1:13 am
Heh heh heh…
Then it worked.
April 24th, 2008 at 1:55 am
I’m always willing to hang out in your hood Feisty. You make me look wellbehaved!
April 24th, 2008 at 2:16 am
That’s why I wish I could meet you all some day.
Seems we like to hang in the same kinda hood.
April 24th, 2008 at 2:32 am
Okay, first off, I just want say this: GIRL POWER! (Of course, it’s not the same without a Spice Girl-British accent, so imagine one when you read it.)
Secondly, girls rock. We can, will, and do talk about personal things–even with complete strangers–and you know, I don’t think men are brave enough to do that. I had a point for that, but I seemed to have forgot it. Sorry.
Thirdly, *sigh* it took me longer than it should have to remember my email address.
April 24th, 2008 at 7:16 am
Girlfriends Rock!!
April 24th, 2008 at 8:30 am
I wish I’d been feeling better at RT so I might have been in the bar h earing about your personal problems…
April 24th, 2008 at 10:00 am
I’m scared to go to SATC…what if it sucks? I wasn’t exactly in love with the last season–I may need to just stick to my dvd collection until I hear favorable reviews.
April 24th, 2008 at 2:41 pm
I love my girls. I wouldn’t get through without you all! And next year, in Or to the Lando, I’m so there with you.
And how come nobody every tells me about their personal problems. I feel so neglected.
April 24th, 2008 at 7:37 pm
I’m having lunch with my hood sisters tomorrow and I’m looking forward to it like it was the Oscars party.
April 25th, 2008 at 1:21 pm
I love my girls.
Even when they threaten to violate me with pink jelly thingamabobs. Wait. That didnt sound right. I don’t love that they threaten me with pink jelly thingamabobs. I love them despite the fact they threaten me with pink jelly thingamabobs.
And that I can tell them anything and know they won’t feel any different about me and vice versa.
And when I tell one of them, “Don’t back sass me.” or “It puts the lotion on the skin.” They totally get it.
Or when we log of i.m. we end the conversation with, “Me love you long time” and “Me love you longer and longest”
Or when your son and/or daughter pulls down my shirt in the middle of a crowded mall and then yells, “Auntie, your sousou are showing.”
Or when we embarrass ourselves in public when I’m only trying to adjust your bra strap when it’s showing and you start yelling, “Rape.”
5 days! 5 days! 5 days! Woot! Woot! Woot!
April 25th, 2008 at 4:14 pm
Yep I have my girls. Luckily three of those girls are part of my chapter and the other two I’m meeting face to face in Frisco.
There are others that I can’t wait to meet face to face as well … I’m so looking forward to the summer.
RT is next year though. :)
April 26th, 2008 at 9:28 am
Feisty sweets,I really hope I didn’t come across as insensitive. I should come with a warning label or something “Mental editing long gone.” lol I love that you are so open. Don’t we all wish for more girlfriends like that?
April 26th, 2008 at 12:37 pm
Don’t be silly, Eliza! This post is about how awesome my girls are! And you’re one of my girls, right?
April 27th, 2008 at 3:45 pm
I’m soooo one of your girls!