Met the cousins for lunch on Saturday.
I’m always amazed at our differences.
Some are dressed to the nines (in labels from head to toe)
Some are underdressed (not enough covering!)
Some just in-between (Monsieur Pricé and anything else that fits – the pocket & the figure)
Some are real girly-girls. Perfect hair, perfect nails. Perfect.
And then there’s the others.
We are loud. We always ask to be seated far from the rest of the patrons. The hostess couldn’t understand why we didn’t want to be in the “thick of things”. She understood after our first cocktail.
And the conversation?
Who’s doing who. Yoh.
I was shocked.
Politics. Ai, Jelly Totsi. Thieving politicians. We switched topics super-fast.
Movies. What’s hot and what’s not. “Inglorious Basterds” was nogals a hit. They can’t wait for “New Moon”?
Men. Eric Dane. Gerard Butler. Hugh Jackman. Channing Tatum. Eish.
The conversation deteriorated fast after this.
Men. Who (above & local) featured in which fantasies. Malema, Joost & Steve didn’t make the cut.
Looking at my prim & proper cuzzies, one never woulda thought….
Sex. The lack of it. Or abundance of it.
Some are just braggarts.
And more sex. What toys to buy. What to skip. Lotions & potions galore. Where to…how to…when to…Eish
I was gobsmacked
Some other stuff too. I forget.
It was just lovely
I can’t wait for the sleepover…..
Did I mention my boys were out for the weekend? Batman forgot his cape….