2 fortune cookies for 2 mamas...part 2

if you are joining me and haven't been over to see Hillary at The Dunham Diaries, click on that link and go there for the first of this story. then you can come back and join me. you won't want to miss it! we are talking all about our girl date and including a GIVEAWAY!!! (we will be giving away a gift card for PF Changs or if you don't have one of those, then you can tell us your favorite chain and we'll send you that so you can go on your own GIRL DATE!! read hers, leave a comment, and then come back to mine and leave a comment after reading. we will close comments at 6 pm CST on Friday January 30th. anyone who comments on both blogs, letting us know you were here, will be entered in the GIRLFRIEND GIVEAWAY!!!

NOW...getting on with it...
i'll never forget the day she emailed me. i had been waiting. i didn't want to email her first. i didn't want her to think i was easy. we had talked about going to supper again at our last date. but that was alllll the way back at thanksgiving. and there were others with us, so i didn't know if she was just being polite. we actually tried to get together with some of our little man people in september, but preschool and sports tend to dictate our schedules. but this time...this time was different. it was there. in writing. no take backs. a firm committment. i knew she had been stalking me. but i didn't mind. because i do the same thing to her. i think she is just great and super witty. i hoped we would have things to talk about. i mean we are great at back and forth banter, but would we really be able to conversate? or would we only talk about yall? could it be possible that we could do both? i wondered....

just a little history. hillary and i know each other from WAY back. i'm thinking the days of girard/honeysuckle middle schools. but i'll say high school for sure. and then college. we were trojans together. she was in the same sorority with my roommate. but otherwise, our circles were different. had too much time passed? were we only meant to be acquaintances? no. how do i know that? because our husbands also went to high school together. also acquaintances. we only found this out in the last few months. and now, here we are. we both have 2 boys. we are both 5 or so hours from "home". transplants. yankees. (i just say that about anyone who lives above birmingham. i don't mean it in an ugly way. i just grew up where snow doesn't happen. in north alabama, snow happens.) we were M.F.E.O.

(this is chinese for "girlfriend")

i assume i peaked her curiosity when i mentioned my affection for chinese food. (i would say affinity, but clearly it is affection. i MUST find some once a month. this is the only instance where mexican won't do. and i'm sure that is sacrilidge. do you know what i'm sayin? can i get an AMEN?) i started getting ready about 5. we were to meet at 6:30 at our destination. as i got ready, i wondered if i needed to rewash my hair. i mean, i had just washed it about 5 hours before (yes i'm a stay at home mom and i didn't get a shower until noon. what? you don't do that?) anyway, my hair hadn't dried just right and i tend to get a little greasy. a little greasy like i could probably claim that i work in the pits at jiffy lube. fortunately i had the forethought to "set it" with hair spray. i mean, i KNEW i was going on a girl date. the hair MUST be rockin'. (cause we get READY for our girls. our husbands...if they have been nice. am i right?) so as i was putting the flip in my flippy do, i wondered it if was looking cute, or if i looked more like a chicken. there is a fine line between the two i have decided. but i think it all worked out. then..what in the world am i gonna wear? well, i had my good jeans clean. check. i had my "har did" and my make up lookin smokin'. check. *gasp* my black shirt was "dirty". (it didn't have anything on it per se. but it smelled like BBQ smoke from my boy date with micah to Dreamland.) what is a girl to do? you are going to supper with someone skinnier than you. must wear black. YOU GET THAT BAD BOY OUT OF THE LAUNDRY, FEBREEZE IT TO DEATH AND TOSS IT IN THE DRYER!!! and i did. i own it. and can i just say now that for me, the weather was PERFECT. i didn't need to wear a jacket. long sleeves and a scarf. i prayed that the green beans i was feeding little sister wouldn't get spit on me just as i was needing to walk out the door. i mean, this was work. one last check. all is good, and off i head. i of course hit every red light and i was thinking mean things towards the transportation engineers that designed the light system and it's timing. don't they KNOW that 2 mamas need a night out sometimes and it's like that scene in shawshank redemption where you are sometimes so desperate, you will crawl through a mile of crap to get to it? i arrived 3 minutes late. we had a lotion incident with middle brother as i was walking out of the door. pictures to come in a later post i bet. and she was there waiting for me. her with her porcelain skin, bright eyes and belly that you would never know carried 2 babies and that those babies had come from the "sunroof." in that moment, she became my hero. she told me she should have applied some lipstick. i didn't notice. we were quickly seated. (and this is where, if you haven't read hillary's blog, you should because she will do most of the talking about supper itself.) we chatted like we were long time friends. we mentioned our earlier date. we mentioned some of you. we gabbed about our fellas and families. she introduced me to a new cuisine and we even used the supplied plates to SHARE. (cause that's why you order different things, right? i mean, going out to eat...it is a complete waste if you order the same thing as the other person. i'm just sayin.) our bellies were full and so was my heart (or maybe i should say Hart). i had developed an old friendship into more than what it was before we got there. and i knew my mission was accomplished.

we took pictures of our fortunes because we are totally goofy like that and i didn't care if the flash offended anyone else. did.not.care. i mean, it was for blog preservation and we have priorities! but hillary is way more sophisticated than i am, and she suggested we might go continue our conversation outside because someone might want our table (SO?!). and so we left, completely stole one of her friends away from her family for the obligatory blog picture, and then went shopping. (our trip was to this place, so we actually got to walk off the previously mentioned cuisine! we should have stopped by maggie moo's. that would have been perfection.) my goal was bath and body. hers was NYC (i think used to be called Lerner). as we walked by some of the stores, she mentioned one (and i forgot which one) and said something like "don't you just love that store??" and my heart swelled. i knew i had won her over. she thought i was thin enough to wear something from that store. yall, we only drank water at supper, so i knew she didn't have beer bottle vision. i thought seriously about throwing down my purse and hugging her right there on the bridge. we looked for more scarves since this has been deemed by angie "the year of the scarf". but unfortunately, that was a miss. and skinny girls, can i say that i'm not completely excited about the color choices for you in that store this year? i wasn't disappointed that i missed out on the clearance rack. however, at one size fits all, i picked up some cheap clearance B&B while she told me the funniest story about Grogan Jewelers and how sometimes she also suffers from foot in mouth diesease. it's love. and after that, yall, she was the perfect lady. she walked me to my car. and do you know that i am such a buffoon that i didn't even drive her over to her car?! i don't know if she will date me again. but i hope.

hey hill, have you noticed that we have similar hair color?? and i will point out that this picture is completely "untouched". i have the ability to give us a tan and whiten teeth. but in this instance in telling you exactly how i felt that night, i figured you should see exactly how we looked, complete with scarves.