Comfort
"Okay, so tell me. When is he coming?" I was power lunching (that's a verb, right? 'power lunching') with my best friend, Mendy, at The American Bistro on Saturday after I had my long awaited hair cut.
"He'll be here from the 24th of August until the 4th of September." I took a bite out of my club sandwich. Damn, it was good and I was starving.
"It's going to be so weird seeing him in summer clothes." She took a sip of her Dr. Pepper.
"I know, right." For some reason it felt different telling Mendy that Ash is going to be visiting. Different from telling my mom and Em. Telling Mendy made it real for me and I'm not sure why. I just knew that right then, it was going to happen and I was so happy.
After lunch I drove back home and caught the latest episode of Laguna Beach. Drama, drama, drama. I was supposed to start laundry and clean the downstairs, but all I really wanted to do was sleep and forget that my brain had a purpose. There was no point in moving. Not when it was Saturday and I had plenty of time on Sunday to finish what needed doing.
At eight o'clock Mendy phoned me. She was off of work, had taken a nap, and cleaned her bedroom. A much more successful afternoon than me.
It was good to sit and properly catch up with her. It has been a while since we've been able to hang out. We used to live fifteen minutes from each other, but then I moved an hour and a half away, making things a little more difficult to get together. Life, death, and a viral infection had kept us occupied for the past couple of weeks. The thing with Mendy and I though is that we can do that. We can not talk for a while but then pick up just where we left off as if no time at all had passed. It's great.
We drifted from one topic to another, like we always do, and found ourselves on one of our favorite topics ever. Sex. Of course. We wouldn't want it any other way. Mendy was talking about her first time and told me that after they had gotten the hang of things, it was "so good, so good, so good." With the lady on top, naturally. It was everything with a side of fries.
Then we thought about how freaking amazing it would be if we could have everything with a side of fries. It was one of those moments when you think you've discovered something truly universal. It would be the cure to all of the world's problems. Really. Just make everything come with a side of fries.
Dream with us now...Just had a job interview? Have a side of fries. Doing the laundry? You need a side of fries. Fantastic sex? Goddamn, get a side of fries!
I just thought I'd share that.
After three hours of catching up with one another, we said good night. I rolled over, closed my eyes, and was seriously craving some fries.
A good Saturday.