I hurried to get the door open and was immediately stopped.
The Bouncer at the latest new Bistro in town just asked me for my ID. Me? A 57-year -old woman? Me? I put my arms around him. Squeezing him so hard he coughed.
“Your late!” Cecilia said, as she glared at the Bouncer.
My best friend since Junior High School had that Bouncer turned around and me out of his arms in less then a second.
She glared at the Bouncer and clutched my elbow and up the steps to her table. “What the hell,” she said with a big grin.”
Today, she had invited me to this crowded new restaurant because she had won a contest, and lunch for two was free. We dined on blacken seabase and indulgd in lemon drop cocktails.
“Ladies, would you like another Cocktail,” our eye-catching young waiter gleamed down at us.
Cecilia made a show of taking the last swig of her 3rd cocktail and leaned back in her seat, screwing up her face.
“Would you run through that dessert menu again?” The waiter rattled off a list on his menu. Cecilia listen indently then threw up her hands and said “nah”.
“Cecilia said she wanted to tell him to bring her a shot with a Beer Back.”
“Well Jillie, what do you think?” she said, pulling out a compact from her Givenchy handbag.
Then, Cecilia touchng up her lipstick, she gave me a sideways look. I hesitated a bit, not quite sure if she meant her new yellow dress or her new yellow hair color.
“By the way, Jillie I am getting annoyed every time we meet for lunch and you keep getting younger.”
Cecilia had aged. Don’t we all. She still wore the pixie haircut of her teens and had few frustrations in her life. All though money was not one of them. Cecilia was a Trust Fund baby.
“Your sweet,” I said. I tugged at the waistline of my blue chiffon sleeveless top. ‘Damn it, ” I said. “I think I spilled.” Cecilia dipped her cloth napkin in her water glass. “Here, this should help.”
“Thanks, CeCe.” (My nickname for her) We were two nerdy little girls years ago.
I think fond thoughts of our time together at Junior High.
We played records at top volume, trying to get down the new dance moves, and stole her mother’s makeup.
We spent every weekend riding bareback on her family’s horses. Now I laugh) our in-depth discussions).
Always about if you could have sex with your clothes on?!
Bursting at the seams with food and love, we hugged goodbye in the mall outdoor parking lot.
It’s fun knowing someone for years. And we had a wonderful day.