Just One

Some Women, Some Cameras, Just One (that's our story, and we're sticking to it) beverage. Shake. Serve with twist of venting, crying, bitching, and laughing-laughing-laughing. Men Welcome. Buy us all the drinks you want, but we still won't sleep with you. Probably.

Thursday, August 31, 2006

I did it!

I went out with a girlfriend. Just like I promised. Whew. What a relief. And here I was, thinking no chick would go out and let me take her picture. Particularly after a couple drinks.... Thank god I know Kristin! Here we are (we chose not to include the hubs in the photo) after some great Mexican food (and a couple cocktails!).

The evening was great. And a very welcome relief after we both had quite the day. Admittedly, I had some much funnier pix of Kristin, but she's going to have to ease into this....

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

The olives were good...

It's not that we go out every night; some of these photos are all taken from the same evening. Back to last Friday. I was lamenting about how I'd never had a martini before. A miracle happened shortly thereafter: A Vodka Fairy appeared. She was promoting Yes Vodka, and we could have, for F-R-E-E any vodka drink of our choice.

Here's my take, then, on a free 2-olive vodka martini:

Sip, sip, sip.

I'm clearly never going to make it as snooty, sophisticated drinker.

We did get some cool vodka lip balms for our "trouble" though.

I think it's supposed to be "Watermelon Shot" flavored. Anyone giving out free cosmetics gets my vote. So go buy Yes Vodka.

Monday, August 28, 2006

Cheese Shots & Hot Water

On pizza nights, Marcy is known to perform a little act in which she yells "Cheese Shot!!" She grabs that cheese shaker, knocks back her head and takes a shake of it right down her throat. Then she slams that shaker back down on the table like it's Nobody's Bidness, Bitch!

She amazed us again and again Friday night, with her cheese shot prowess, one after another and still standing. She was cheesin the rest of us right under the table!


The cheese shot that ended all cheese shots for the night. The shot that did her in. I had unfortunately, turned my head for a split second, when I heard her yell "Cheese Shot! Wup! Oh, fudge me!" Only she didn't say fudge.

I turned around to find that one of Satan's spawn, a brat sitting at our very table, had loosened the cap on the cheese shaker, causing the entire bottle of parmesan to go straight down her top.

Happy she was not. Here she is trying to keep her composure:

You HAVE to click and blow this one up for the full effect.

The look on hubby Mike's face is also priceless. Bless his heart, look how he stifles his laughter. Nice job, Mike.

Our buddy Tim, though didn't fare so well. The boy remains in some serious hot water, for this hare-brained act. I mean, after poor Marcy had to spend the rest of the night walking around smelling like BUTT, all he gave her was a verbal apology. That's it!

Let's hear it ladies: I'm thinking this isn't going to go away for anything less than a bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolate, and a written apology.

In a handmade card.








Look who showed up Friday night! It's Susan! What a trollop! The fur's going to fly when her husband sees this picture! Who in the hell has his hand down her shirt?!!


It IS her husband.

Please. Cancel all rumors.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Virtual girls night out....

Note: this is not my husband. Yikes. It's the hub of a great friend.

I'm thrilled, honored, overwhelmed to be a contributor to this blog. Sad for me, I am 698 miles from the other girls. Woe is me.

Some challenges lie ahead:

1) I don't photograph particularly well. When I went digging through the recent ones, this (and this) are the only ones I was willing to share. Scary.

2) I don't go out with my girlfriends nearly enough. (But I'll work on this, I promise)

3) I'm not so sure I'm as fun as the rest of the girls.

But, always up for a challenge, I'm going to start taking my camera with me wherever I go. And hopefully, I'll capture something worthy!

Wednesday, August 23, 2006


So, I called Momo last night: I was heading out for coffee, I told her. Going to read the camera manual over an iced tea. Would she like to join me, at Cafe Kopi? It was, after all, in the neighborhood of her workplace. She agreed. On the way over, I happened to phone Mel: You in for coffee? LO! She's just hanging out working late, she'll be there for coffee. I phoned Momo back: "Mel's coming!" "Great!" She said. "See you at the Esquire."


Esquire is NOT for coffee. Esquire is for Just One. Pitcher. Of Blue Moon.

Whats Da Girlz to do?

It was actually a low-key Girlz Night. Downright necessary, almost, or why would we have suggested it was for coffee? We just each happen to have *something* going on to create a source of stress for us. We talked easily this night, but we also purged. There are conflicts and surgeries, and we need girlfriends' love and advice baby. Like no one else can give it.

In the interim, there is trivia: Your foot is as long as the length of the space between your elbow and your wrist. Melissa tests it out! Suh-NAP!

For the record, I blurped out this detail to my current "roommate" (son's friend, and my co-son, John) and he tried it. Interesting detail is that he immediately popped off this detail about himself: His "wingspan" is 75" to his 72" height. It is normally an equal measurement. His arms are "too long," but his father had a late growth spurt, in his early 20s, so he figures his is coming. Whatever. Tape measure at the next girls night out:
Wing Span: Height.
Someone bring Microsoft Excel.

As the coffee night was ORIGINALLY meant to be a glass of ice tea and a read through the camera manual, I was, at the least, obligated to play with the new cam. Of all that I came home with, I found this one of Mel frame-able:

Oh, and this one, of our 12-year-old waiter. Holy crap. All of our freakin ob-gyn docs seem to start looking like this "kid" too, the older I get.

Later in the evening, I handed the camera to Don England, who promptly taught me a few cool portrait techniques. Will require a ladder in real life. In the meantime, Chizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

That's pretty cool. HEY! Shut up, Don E! I think Momo and Melissa are talking about out something much more fun than cameras! What is it?!!

Sure enough, that IS what they're talking about. Everyone else shut the hell up, we need to regain control of this conversation.

We're a lovey bunch; we ended up gushing about how much we loved one another, and how much we loved Mel's fiance, Joey, and Marcy's husband, Mike. Here's Marcy, all verklempt.

Talk amongst yourselves.


Most of our Girlz Nights end up here: Our favorite coffee shop, directly across the street, or at the very least, within a block of our starting point. It is also my (our) cozy sanctuary on any other random night or afternoon. A Cafe Mocha or a blackberry tea while we people watch...

And here's our fav-o-rito barista:

Tylahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! That's Tyler to the rest of you; he is one sweetie heart. His artwork is currently on display and FOR SALE at the coffee shop. Make him rich!

Otherwise, here's a shot of the back section. Look how warm & cozy. Students are back now, and securing a table will soon be impossible.

Friday, August 18, 2006

Barney Monroe

Here's Melissa and Marcy doing a sultry Marilyn Monroe version of the Barney Theme Song. Yes. They DO love you!

Dan flew all the way from New Haven, CT for Just one with the girlz the birth of his granddaughter. I can't remember what they're laughing about here...maybe the revelation that Melissa used to use "laundry tongs" to pick up her ex-husband's underwear.


Dan's heading back to CT. Look how he's choking back tears. You would too if you had to leave our party.

They were kissing before this, but I missed the shot. Sorry, boys.

Pelt Me with Peanuts

I dare you.

Celebrity Sightings

That's Dan's niece, Angie Heaton, coming to whisk him off for Papa Dels. She's a local musician, and I tried to get her to sing a song for us. She said "I'm shy." By "I'm shy" I think she meant "you're drunk, and I don't know you." So I hugged her.


Marcy & Hubband

How's My Lipstick?

Iguana be loved by you....

There on the left is pretty much what I look like on most days. The photo on the right, gentlemen, is what I'm capable of looking like. Make a note of it.

This is actually the iguana imitation I used to do all the time when I was a kid. It drove my dad crazy; he told me I was going to stretch out my lips.

Try it

George can turn her tongue upside down.

Melissa cannot.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Look What I Can Do!

ArmPit Night I

Hey, Six Eyes!

Digging for Gold

Kitty Lori


Marcy and Mel Give Good Gum