My husband was off for a golfing weekend with his brother and his cronies, B was off for 3 days, so why not??
I got there Thursday morning about 10 just as she was getting up, well good morning gorgeous and we tumbled back into bed, how long has it been girl, we got a lot of catching up to do. And that we did. We surfaced for air, she cleaned up and off we went Goodwilling. They were picked clean though I did find a pink long sleeve Salty Dog shirt. Back to the condo we walked to the Mexican restaurant for a early supper, found a table on the patio and ordered a Mucho Grande frozen margarita along with shrimp fajitas. Followed by another margarita, just a good thing we were walking. Back at the condo the strapon’s came out and well we did what girls do to each other when a real dick is not involved.
Friday we got up and decided to go to IKEA, I had never been there so it was an eye opening. Very interesting stuff. That night she had made reservations at an Italian restaurant so we gussied up and were looking forward to the evening. We got there early, took a seat at the bar where one could not help but notice all the pictures of sports stars and celebrities who had ate there. We were seated and here came our waiter then we just about lost it. Even with a mask this guy looked exactly like John Kennedy Jr, same dark hair, eyes, a Greek God. Not into wine we ordered a bottle of White Zinfandel to which he seamed pleased. We shared a salad, Lobster Ravioli for her, Blacked Scallops with angel hair and red pepper sauce for me. But the highlight of the evening was him as he was so personal and even almost flirting with us.
Yes it was expensive and had I not been married I would have given him my phone number along with the tip. Just hope he was not a Ted Bundy. On the way home we joked about waiting to the end of his shift and kidnapping him as a sex slave. What would he do with 2 ole 50 year old women? Hopefully make us squall.
We got home, broke open another bottle of wine and just talked. Well maybe a little more than that. Saturday morning we woke up to a very cold morning, spitting rain so just decided to stay in bed. She wanted me to stay the night but she had to go to work Sunday morning which would have meant getting up a five. Plus going to bed early. The 12 hour days, 3 on, 3 off are getting to her as they would anybody.
See her again before Christmas, we both need that.