HUMP DAY!!

I started this a while back(early 2014). Someone said a good story never started with a salad, so I accepted that challenge. Its basically a story loosely based on me and my GF's. I think I may have posted pieces in the past, but this is actually its entirety. I let them choose their own names in the book. I am not feeling the whole blog thing this week, so I will just get right to the throwout.


THE LAST ADVENTURE OF THOSE GIRLS


I am pretty sure this is the worst fifteen dollar salad I have ever eaten. Nothing like eating a crappy, wilted, airport side salad while I wait FOREVER for my flight. I have been stranded for ten hours at MSP International. Riding out a blizzard, which has dumped more snow than Minneapolis has seen in twenty years. I briefly considered taking the light rail back to my house. Unfortunately, the storm has shut that option down as well.

Attention travelers, the TSA and maintenance crews have started to clear the runways. We apologize for any inconvenience this has caused. All flights should resume within the hour. Thank you for traveling with us.

A resounding cheer fills the food court as the announcement ends. With a sigh, I toss my fork into the clam shell container with the remnants of my supper. After depositing my trash in the receptacle, I wheel my bright pink carry on toward the gate.

It’s been ten years since my group of girlfriends has gone on a vacation together.  The last trip ended up with two of us getting pregnant , and half of us not speaking for a month. We look back at our trip to Bonaroo now and laugh. We were in our twenties and fearless.  We weren’t concerned about our bank accounts, or our jobs.  We didn’t have to account for our children, nor justify the expense to our husbands. We were carefree, young, beautiful, and had our whole lives ahead of us.

Flight 919 to Las Vegas will now be boarding at gate 22.  Thank you for choosing Sun Country .

I look around and notice that there are all of fifteen people in the waiting area. Approaching the flight attendant, I hand over my ticket for her to scan. She smiles and hands back my ticket.

“All of the tickets have been upgraded to first class.” She says before handing me an updated boarding pass.

Lovely, judging by the amount of people here, I may have an entire row to myself. Missing a day in Vegas with my girls will be a little less annoying after having a first class meal, free drinks, and leg room. My other two friends who still live in the area left two days ago. I would have been with them, but I was unable to get off work. As it stands I will get one night in the city of sin before we board our flight to Jamaica.  Maybe if I get some sleep, we can go to a club when I get there.  

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There is a fine line between crazy and fun, and my best friends dance that line on toe shoes. It never ceases to amaze me how five girls from an array of backgrounds could come together and work so well. We are those girls. The girls that are friends with everyone, but belong only with each other. We had one of every stereotype. There was the rich beauty queen, the girl from the wrong side of the tracks, the party girl, the smart girl, and the bad ass. One thing is for certain, when we are together, we are a force to reckon with.

                We strut on to the floor of the Bellagio, dressed to the nines. As usual, I stumble in my borrowed heels, unceremoniously plowing into a rather well built pit boss. He steadies me with a hand on my shoulder, and a stern look. I blush and whisper my excuse me, pointing at the obscenely high heels my girlfriends insisted I shove onto my feet. He nods and winks at me, then makes his way to the floor.

                “Were you going sugar? I was just about to introduce myself.” Teagan screams at him as he walks away. I roll my eyes and haul her toward the bar area, she had already downed her entire minibar back in the room. Teagan giggles and wraps herself around me, giving me a sloppy kiss on my cheek. “You sure are a sexy bitch, I would totally go girl on girl with you.” She slurs into my ear, as I roll my eyes.

                “You sure know how to make a girl feel sexy.” I goad, returning the cheek kiss  and squeezing her tightly to my side.
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Yep, see ya next week.  

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