F Alliteration

[Edited to add: Sounds like I am giving alliteration the old finger. But no. I am not cussing. Not now anyway. So, I guess I could say "Working titles: Today's show brought to you by the Letter F. or Adventures in F-ingham. (A real city. Just ask my boss.) or F it All (but then you would really think I was trying to cuss.) or The answer is F.) All of the Above.]

Finally, Friday, February First.
I am glad to have made it to February. Seems rather fatuous, but I do feel a reprieve from the onslaught of muck that hailed down from the heavens upon almost every moment of January. But yeah, enough of that.

Festivities, Friendship and Food
Friday we celebrated the birthday's of my favorite friends Candie & Sharon.

Happy Birthday Candie and Sharon!

We met after work at Ciro's for some fine Italian fare. Mmm, Spinach Fettuccine Alfredo with shrimp. YUM. I love going out to eat with them, we always go somewhere different. And no matter where we go, the company is what's most flavorful.

One of the things I love about our unlikely friendship, is that we can be completely without makeup, masks or airs with each other. No judgments, just love.

I say unlikely because I never would have believed 2 or 3 years ago that the three of us would have become so tightly knit together. Yet here we are. We do not go a day, sometimes an hour without talking or emailing one another and never once have we run out of words.

As hard as it can be at times, each of us speaks Truth into one another's lives and I don't know what I would do without their support and encouragement, I truly don't. Next to my husband and kids they are the best thing on this earth I have.

During our coffee and dessert (chocolate mousse cake - more yum) a familiar face was seated beside us. If you've seen the show Trading Spaces, then likely you will know who I am talking about. If not, then you...um, won't. Texas' very own Frank Bielec was there with his very beautiful wife.

We left, and left them alone. I've never been one to want a picture with a star or have their autograph, never made sense to me. But just for a brief moment I thought I should just snap one discreet picture with my phone for my blog, but I refrained. I cannot imagine having your life always on view where people feel it's their right to barge in uninvited into a private moment

Candie had to leave so Sharon and I strolled in and out of stores a little ways down. Marshall's, Pier 1 Imports, and DSW Shoes kept us entertained for several hours.

Flashback to earlier this week: while talking with co-workers about the amount of plastic surgery Joan Rivers has had, I said it was ironic since she had once made fun of Gloria Vanderbilt for the very same thing. The joke went something like, anymore face lifts and Gloria will have a goatee. And one of the girls asks "Who is Gloria Vanderbilt?" Can we talk? Oh, I felt so old.

Gloria Vanderbilt jeans were THE jeans to wear in the 80's. If you didn't wear GV's, then it was Jordache, Sergio Valente's, Chic or my all time favorite, Levi's 501 Button Fly. So...

Flash back to Friday: While we were in Marshall's I spot this tag on a pair of Jeans...
I couldn't believe it. I laughed out loud, I mean who knew they still made them? I guess...someone...might. They were noticeably without the famous stitched swan on the pocket, which leads me to the question, why bother? That was the whole point back then, so people would know what brand you advertised across your butt. A free billboard if there ever was one.

Alas, I am not one to like shopping, but it was precious time with a precious friend. I hated to end the evening, but it grew late and way past my bedtime. So by now I was ready for the comfort of my home.

When I walked in, everyone rushed to greet me. There were arms that surrounded me, paws that jumped up and clawed me, welcoming words, happy barks and all the familiarity of home.
Finis

11 comments:

  1. Ah yes, the joy of shopping, and the even sweeter joy of coming home.

    I had the same experience with the GV thing not that long ago! The newscaster Anderson Cooper is her son, and I overheard a conversation about him once in which a teen said "his mom used to be a jean designer, I think".

    YOU THINK????

    When do the cemetary plot offers start rolling in? Apparently I'm teetering on the edge...

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  2. Jenni,
    I totally forgot to add that about her son...dang.

    Yes, I think I need to start making the payments on one myself. :)

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  3. dana, i always love your posts and reading them have become the highlight of my day!

    and uh....who is gloria vanderbilt?

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  4. Karie,
    That is the nicest thing to say! You know my love language :)

    Oh, and if you are going to call yourself college educated, you'd best study up on your history. Her claim to fame is being Anderson Cooper's mom. Duh. ;)

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  5. words of affirmation! it's my love language as well :) love you mean it!

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  6. Gloria Vanderbilt - I don't remember the jeans, she must have thought they were too good to sell to us bogtrotters. But I still have the stench of her perfume in the back of my nostrils.

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  7. Ali,
    I've missed your wit my friend!

    I can't say that I remember her perfume. Blame that on me being aged as well...

    Sigh.

    :)

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  8. I totally dug her perfume AND her jeans. But I loved Levis more.

    Joan Rivers is so horribly mannequin-faced I can't look at her.

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  9. Candy,
    I knew you were a Levi's girl the moment I read your blog. Okay, I didn't really think "Hmm, I'll bet she is a Levi wearing woman if I've met one." But it went something like that...

    Joan Rivers scares me more than Stephen King. :)

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  10. jordache jeans were THE jeans when i was in sixth grade. and my mother refused to buy me a pair. she said they would soon be out of style and she didn't want to waste her money.

    she burst so many of my dreams!!

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  11. Jenn,
    Imagine how different your life would have been had she bought you those jeans! :)

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and remember, words are my love language...