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."
Ahem.
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.
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!). 
