Red Red Wine

Do you know what sucks? It sucks when instead of going out with your friends you stay home for a change, and you open a bottle of wine, and you go in bed and read a few pages, and start watching a movie, and everything looks super perfect until you spill all the wine on your mattress, so you’re forced to sleep on the couch for the rest of the night. It really sucks. Specially when your pillows are wet too , and you have to use your winter jacket as a pillow on the couch.

Million Dollar Baby

I have this very uptight friend who dresses up for grocery shopping the way I dress up for a wedding party. So imagine the extent of carefulness and perfectness (is it even a word?) she went through when she had a date with the guy of her dreams. So she dressed up like a queen and went to this guy’s house for dinner.
As the things started heating up they started kissing and taking off each others clothes. The guy started taking off my poor friend’s skirt, and slowly and very gently her socks when they heard a *JRRRING* on the floor.
I think most of you are familiar with the process of ignoring the embarrassing bodily noises during making out , but ignoring a completely new noise would be a hard feat requiring superhuman self-restrain which the guy didn’t have. So he looked down to find the source of the noise when he saw a Loonie (Canadian 1 dollar coin) on the floor. To investigate the matter more he looked up and discovered queen Elizabeth’s face perfectly carved on my poor friend’s foot sole. Yes, she had a coin in her sock the whole night. I can’t imagine what went on in their minds during the rest of the make out, and I don’t really care. What I care about though is how on earth she managed to carry that coin in her sock and in her high heel for so many hours? Honestly, are you numb in lower limbs or something? Or you were so excited about the guy that …. Come on.
But look at the bright side of the story. When ever we’re short in change we make sure to look in her socks, or when she has a date we always remind her to double check the contents of her underwears. Aren’t we great friends?
P.S. There’s this little issue. She made me promise not to write about it in my blog. But honey, how could I? I’m just a girl , with a Loonie in my sock, lying down in front of a boy, asking him to love her.