the mayonnaise hates the fun
So I went up to Fredericksburg for the fun ladies’ night and ending up driving home at midnight because my stomach decided to turn itself inside out.
It all started when Maura, Chris, and I went to dinner where I ordered a club sandwich. Club sandwiches are possibly my most favorite thing on this glorious planet. Well, they were until tonight. I don’t know if it’s that I haven’t consumed mayonnaise in months or maybe the restaurant doesn’t like to wash the lettuce, but let’s just say that my body is doing its best to rid itself of any remnants of this sandwich by any means possible. I knew I should have ordered the falafel. The falafel is always the right answer.
Now I’m missing out on watching such fabulous films as Material Girls and The Lake House. And I bet that tickle-fight is happening as we speak. I just know they are making prank phone calls to the cute boys in our math class while singing “Son of a Preacher Man” into their hairbrushes right at this very moment. They are so lucky.
Oh well. At least I still have my goodie bag.
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We’re sorry you had to leave. Material Girls was surprisingly not bad - and the game we invented (Chris and Maura’s Big Bag of Bad Movie Dreams) makes awful movies really fun.
The Lake House (or, “The Light House,” as I insisted on calling it) was maybe the worst thing I have ever seen.
We’ll have to have a Vagina Weekend again soon - with more craziness and less mayonnaise.