I Am Paula
10-01-2013, 03:50 PM
My Mom passed away Sunday. It was expected, and the whole family was there, but this isn't an in memorium post.
Monday morning the whole clan was sitting around pretty glum. We decided the best course of action was to go to Mom's favorite restaurant, spend an obscene amount of money, and get good and loaded. We did. I don't drink, nor did one male, so we became designated drivers. After the seventh bottle of proseco, and equal amounts of good red, we girls decided it was time to go and invade a spa. Mani-Pedi's all around please. Nail art, facials the works.
Let me remind you the five women I was with were very drunk.
When the salon owner saw us stumble in, he recognized a good sale when he saw one, and greeted us warmly.
Despite some boisterous behavior, and my niece passing out face down on the couch, we all got gel nails, pedis, and whatever else they had to offer, including a counterfit boxed set of Big Bang Theory. I got some shellac nails, cause I'm hell on gels. (I'll see how they last).
As I was trying to herd cats, as all of them kept wandering off in different directions, and my sister was paying the rather large bill, the tiny Vietnamese owner said "I love you ladies, and you're so beautiful", at which point my niece regained enough coherency to shout "Hell, that one isn't even a real lady".
In any other similar situation, I would have been mortified, angry, and betrayed. At that moment, it was the funniest thing we had ever heard, and we laughed until, (jokingly) the owner said, "OK, now I'm calling the police".
A truly lousy situation was made much better, and we all let go of a lot of tension.
Did my inebriated niece outing me spoil the day? Not one bit. It may well go down in our family lore.
Monday morning the whole clan was sitting around pretty glum. We decided the best course of action was to go to Mom's favorite restaurant, spend an obscene amount of money, and get good and loaded. We did. I don't drink, nor did one male, so we became designated drivers. After the seventh bottle of proseco, and equal amounts of good red, we girls decided it was time to go and invade a spa. Mani-Pedi's all around please. Nail art, facials the works.
Let me remind you the five women I was with were very drunk.
When the salon owner saw us stumble in, he recognized a good sale when he saw one, and greeted us warmly.
Despite some boisterous behavior, and my niece passing out face down on the couch, we all got gel nails, pedis, and whatever else they had to offer, including a counterfit boxed set of Big Bang Theory. I got some shellac nails, cause I'm hell on gels. (I'll see how they last).
As I was trying to herd cats, as all of them kept wandering off in different directions, and my sister was paying the rather large bill, the tiny Vietnamese owner said "I love you ladies, and you're so beautiful", at which point my niece regained enough coherency to shout "Hell, that one isn't even a real lady".
In any other similar situation, I would have been mortified, angry, and betrayed. At that moment, it was the funniest thing we had ever heard, and we laughed until, (jokingly) the owner said, "OK, now I'm calling the police".
A truly lousy situation was made much better, and we all let go of a lot of tension.
Did my inebriated niece outing me spoil the day? Not one bit. It may well go down in our family lore.