It's amazing what someone can accomplish in 8 hours. It's pretty amazing when you had no idea that you were even setting out to accomplish it. And it becomes a done deal. And it was like it was meant to be.
Middle of last week, Lizzy let me know that she was coming to Atlanta again. I asked if she wanted to get together for lunch again - and it worked out that she had a little down time before meeting Mr. B. And then on Friday, Lizzy blogged about coming to Atlanta to see Mr. B. - and coming to meet Madame Kat. I am not sure when I became a Madame. Or when I became the owner of a brothel. But then again, I am having a lot of blogger "meetings." Maybe it is appropriate.
Anyway...as I posted my comment to Lizzy...at the very same time, Kori posted a comment. And she jokingly said "So I so need to drive to Atlanta and meet up with you and Kat. I mean how much fun would that be? I am such a thinker. Have a great weekend! Which I know you will. Duh"
And for a split second, I was transformed. From my usual role as thinker. Into an otherwordly experience. And I became a doer. I emailed Kori and invited her to really and truly come to Atlanta. And I emailed her again. Maybe a few more times. And hit refresh every few seconds. Was on pins and needles. Went back to post one on Kori's blog and truly stalked. Read every. Single. Word. And refreshed my email again. Until the email came that said - "I am going to need some major directions 'cause Atlanta traffic scares me. And I hope my Alabama accent doesn't scare you!"
And then Lizzy and I. A state apart. Swooned.
Kori and her accent arrived at my house on Saturday. I gave her the twenty five cent tour and then we were off to meet Lizzy. We decided to be wild and not meet at Applebees but at Red Robin. Kori and I arrived first. We told the hostess that there was one more coming and that we would just wait. She had to have asked us several times. And in several manners. If there was really just going to be three of us. "Are you still waiting on one more?" "Will there just be three of you?" "Would you still like to wait for ONE more person to join you?"
Lizzy arrived. We were finally seated. We discussed how old we were when we first started our periods. And then we were ready to look at the menu. We laughed. And giggled. And told stories. Including many from Kori about the joys of boys. And all their parts. Ate lunch which I promptly dribbled on my shirt. And Lizzy tried to frighten all the children at the table next to us. Ate dessert. Got dehydrated. Left a small tip. And waddled out of the restaurant to reconvene back at my house.
We had to get back to my house so that we could take pictures. Good pictures. Because Kori's friend could not believe that she was meeting people that she met online. Kori's friend was quite sure that Kori was a gonner. And that we were going to chop her to bits and bury her in the yard. We thought that her friend deserved an appropriate picture.The fear that is radiating from Kori is amazing. I am thinking that she missed her true calling to the theatre. And Lizzy obviously missed her true calling. With her pink spoon. To the theatre of the absurd. Or at least as an Alan Rickman impersonator.And then Kori got lucky. Hey! Not that kind of lucky. Lucky in the book department. Because Katie had finished it. My mom had just finished it the night before. And now Kori had her very own slightly used. Slightly drooled upon copy.And did you know that Lizzy's last name is Cullen?
We spent some time checking out my basement. Walking in the backyard around the creek. Lizzy has insisted that she is just going to pitch a tent and move back there. And then we went back inside. And talked. And laughed. Laughed so hard we cried. Laughed so hard we hyperventilated. And there might have been some snorting. Especially as Kori loudly announced - "hey...I have on two different socks."
Theme song: Jack Johnson - "Upside Down" because it perfectly captures the day. And there is not a song called hyperventilate.