I’m only now getting to writing down my time from last weekend. I was working out of town with close friends that I haven’t seen for a long time. It was great fun, even the work aspect of it. Every night together was almost like a 12 year old girl’s slumber party… hanging out in the hotel room, staying up late, gossiping, and giggling like crazy. But we now have some terrific in-jokes: “Jacuzzi”, “A-lo?”, and “You’re vhun!”
Some defy written explanation, but I’ll try to explain the last one. My friend Michele had gone through a somewhat messy divorce, and after it was over, she went having some good ole’ frolic time with young guys. (Wouldn’t we all?) She meet a European guy with a sexy accent. After a night of memorable frolic, they were basking quietly together in the afterglow, at which point he told her (in his sexy European accent), “Michele, you’re vhun!” She replied, “Thanks. You’re fun too!” Then, with a quizzical face, he said, “No, you’re vhun. It’s ringing. Don’t you think you should answer it?”
Bada bing, bada boom!
