. . . are the best kind of ladies to be friends with.
I love ladies who always schedule any kind of meeting, get together or errand just in time for lunch.
*Telephone ringing* . . . 'Hi! I have to go pick up a widget for the main man. Want to meet for lunch?'
'I just have a minute to talk. I'm taking the main man to the emergency room because we were
not so calmly discussing how the widget wasn't the right one and somehow he got conked in the head and needs stitches. Want to meet for lunch?'
'The main man is going to town to get his own gosh-dern widget so I'm free. Want to meet for lunch?'
I recently hosted a 'ladies lunch'.
I splurged on flowers but couldn't find my fancy vases. And discovered that I really don't own alot of 'girly' doo-dads to set a pretty table.
But I had pretty new-to-me vintage dishes I wanted to use. Truthfully, these dishes were the reason I had the luncheon in the first place. I needed females who would appreciate the beauty of these old, dainty, gold-edged plates, saucers and berry bowls. I needed their oohs and ahhs when I told them I got a setting of 8 plus 2 covered vegetable bowls for less than a lunch at the local
bar and grill fine eating establishment.
I'm needy like that. It's a weakness of mine.
Besides, our usual fare of chili cheese hotdogs don't need fancy schmancy plates and I'm sure enough not going to get any praise for my lucky find from the main man when he thinks that I already have a perfectly good set of dishes so why do I need more.
Anywho, we ladies ate. We laughed. We caught up on the news (we did not gossip . . . no, not us!). We drank wine. We gave solace to each other and we rejoiced over accomplishments.
Good friends don't need to see each other often I guess. We know that we are only a phone call and a lunch away from renewing our ties to each other.
And there is one friend who always brings a sweet little gift.
Good times, good food, good wine and good friends. What could be better than that.
Here's to ladies who lunch.