So, it's been done before. I was resisting the urge to do it. But what can I say? I'm a lemming at heart.
If you woke up in a hotel room with a dead hooker, which of your friends would you call?
I'd call Darr because all she would say is, "Bi-curious moment, Lis?" and then get on with the clean up. After we called Sarah just because she'd make us laugh.
I'd call Loretta because she is a true crime death hag like me and twice as smart as I am.
I'd call Stacy because she'd bring me a bottle of wine and after we got done both talking way too much, she'd get all practical. This is a girl who has voluntarily taken advanced math recently and done well.
I'd call Boss the Son and ask him to start up a dozer for me. He thinks I'm cute so he would with no questions asked if I told him I made an "executive decision" which is my excuse for doing things he doesn't tell me to.
I would not call my husband since he lives in our house and still can't find anything and sticks pizza boxes in the oven so I catch them on fire when preheating. By the time he found his car keys, I'd already be looking for a way to make bail.
If I woke up with a dead hooker, I'd call my daugher and my husband. They are both good in an emergency, and more-or-less unflappable, as well as in dire need of an adventure!
Posted by: vero | January 02, 2005 at 08:52 PM
Lisa,
Found you back!
I've added you to my Typepad People list, if that's okay, because frankly anyone who writes about dead hookers is a damn fine read in my opinion. ^_^
-- Nanea
Posted by: Nanea | January 02, 2005 at 09:26 PM
Absolutely, Nanea! (What a pretty name, by the way.)
I will link you when I am not feeling so lazy.
Posted by: Lisa | January 02, 2005 at 09:34 PM
Don't forget -- start wiping down all nonporous substances immediately... Is Pinot-Noir the appropriate choice in this case?
Posted by: Stacy | January 03, 2005 at 12:57 PM