She Thinks

Tuesday Night Dinner Club

It's like the First Wives Club, without the money, husbands and malice.So really not like it at all. More like Sex and the City but without the limitless bank accounts, boners and booze. Ok, so it's just a bunch of girls getting together and eating...kind of like any other group. No purpose.

Every Tuesday, or as often as we can all be bothered, a core group of my girlfriends meet at each others home for a night of wine, food and gossip.

Some of us can cook and those are they Tuesdays that you skip lunch. I like cooking, but fail for the most part. I try and that's all that matters. I'll keep thinking that...

It's not about homemade ice cream...or a bajillion layer cake...sometimes a subpar stir fry and a bottle of cheap white is all you need. No one tries to out do each other, we just eat, talk, drink. Most of the time one, a few or all of us are just out of the gym...no make up, nothing flash, just us.  The simplicity is the best part.

There are only two simple rules, no men and food. It's that easy. It gives us a good enough reason to catch up, without the distraction of partners, men and 'outsiders'.

Now don't get me wrong, this isn't Mean Girls or even better, Heathers. It's just that by some way or another we are all forced to spend time with people, that just aren't that awesome and when I mean awesome, I mean the slightest bit interesting or value packed. 

Namely, Ratty and Greasy.I won't write anything too identifying, as this is the internet...where lives are ruined or so they say. Plus sometimes people just stumble upon things and get really grumpy, not my style yo.

Now, Ratty and Greasy...some people find these two to be fascinating. I have tried, time and time again to see the appeal but I just don't get it. They are, much like a lot of my boyfriends, nice...enough. Chatty ... enough, but where is the pizazz? Be silly with me and you will have a friend for life. Bore me and I'll actively avoid you.

I want friends that can literally take the piss on themselves, make a fool even. Yes, I am so interested in that time when you were running 20 miles and totally thought you were going to poo your pants. That's makes you human, lovable, enjoyable. No I am not interested in your best ever life with your tended to garden alongside your dream job. Why bother with the niceties? It's just so beige ... bitch please, everyone has issues- embrace them!

Tuesday Night Dinner Club brings together the brightest, most eclectic group of women I know ... not only are they fabulous, but honest...without a ratlike face and greasy hair. It's gold.

Postcards from Yas's Mother

My mother's 15 minutes of fame. 

I emailed her to tell her that she was on the homepage of Postcards From Yo Momma.

She was clearly impressed...

Then she started sending me odd emails, trying to get back on Postcards From Yo Momma.

I didn't submit any and eventually she stopped.

Oh mothers, everybody has one ... sometimes even two. Oh dear.

Resonating

I read, a lot. I find it hard to fall asleep without a book. Since I’ve lived in my tiny apartment I have been without a nightstand table, there is no room. So I often, actually I can’t remember a time when I haven’t, fall asleep with my lights fully on and a book in my hand.

Somewhere in my bed you’ll find highlighters and at least three books strewn between my million pillows and phone chargers. 

I come back to Jacqueline Susann’s books on a regular basis. There is a reason they sold millions and were translated into more languages than I can count, they resonate … to everyone.

Today a line that I have meant to highlight for so long, rings so true.

The Love Machine, page 501.

“But when you play like an alley cat , sometimes you get treated like one.

True story.

Weiner Circle Dance Party, Chicago 09.

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The Wieners Circle is a hot dog stand in Chicago, Illinois. It is famous for four things: its signature Chicago-style hot dogs, hamburgers and cheese fries, and the mutual verbal abuse between the employees and the customers during the late-weekend hours. On the weekends, the establishment stays open as late as 5:00 AM, drawing many drunken customers who have arrived from bars and clubs.

Sometime in the early 1990s (circa 1992) Larry Gold, one of the proprietors, called a drunk and distracted customer an "asshole" in order to get his attention. This set-off the late-night abuse culture of the restaurant.

The atmosphere can range from playful to hostile. The language used by both the staff and customers during these hours in notoriously foul and aggressive, and sometimes racist. As the wait-staff is largely African-American and the clientele middle-class to wealthy white, the more racist epithets have led to the rare physical altercation. Customers commonly request a "chocolate milkshake," or for one of the female African-American employees to lift her shirt and shake her breasts.

Now, I didn't get a 'chocolate milkshake' but I did get booty shaking lessons in the ally, which is far better.

Pie Charts are fun!

This is from way earlier in the year, but I often think about it because it's so funny. I almost pissed myself when finalized it.Who makes a pie chart about a break up?  Yas does.

TBD, actually came up with the idea but had forgotten by the time I sent it to him.

Recently I sent him an email asking him to turn it into a jpeg so I could post it. After further review he wanted to say, "Yeah, it is pretty accurate although I think Fasntastico stuff deserves more than 29%"

He's probably right, because after all this time I still find myself literally laughing out loud at our engaging email debates and obscure observations. Although he's not a keeper in the sense where I want to take him to bed, have his children and buy a sedan but he's going to be around, in my thoughts/inbox and  pizza/pint afternoons for ... some amount of lengthy time. I like specifics.