Naked face

Although I’m not much of a planner, there are occasions when I will make an exception. Today was one of them. Last week, when Oreggano, That’s Not Chinese and I were hanging out, we made facial appointments for today. Oreggano and I woke up early (before 10), washed our faces and started making our way. We hadn’t heard from That’s Not Chinese, so Oreggano sent her a text. She was at work and replied, “Not coming. Working. I shouldn’t make drunk plans.” No, she shouldn’t and, clearly, neither should we. Turns out our facial appointments are next week, not today, so we took our naked faces shopping.

After having great success (translation: finding a really amazing party dress), we parted ways for the day and I met up with Sleepless, Progressive and Iced Tea for lunch. Lucky for me, I had just dined at this fine establishment the night before with Oreggano, so I knew exactly what I wanted. Actually, I didn’t. Turns out it is bay shrimp, not baby shrimp. My naked face got all blushy when I found this out….or maybe that was the wine.

Iced Tea had decided against having wine with lunch – citing something about having a job and being a “really big deal.” As he waited for his iced tea, he watched Sleepless, Progressive and I laughing, running along the beach, sailing, smelling roses, petting horse statues, and doing the limbo under a flaming stick with a bottle of Riunite in each hand. Yes, when we drink wine we look just like a Riunite on Ice commercial. “I think I will have a glass – just one,” he told us. When the server returned, Sleepless requested a glass for him. “Thanks Mom,” he told her.

We started talking about dating and relationships when Progressive shared his opinion about why Sleepless and I aren’t in a relationship, “Married women are tough.” “We’re not married,” I reminded him. “By married women, do you mean your wife?” quipped Sleepless and then had another sip of her wine.

Iced Tea grabbed the bottle and begin to refill his glass. “I thought you were only having one glass,” Sleepless asked, somewhat rhetorically. “I have a headache,” he answered. “From us?” she asked.  “No, mom,” he said then looked at me and added, “just from you.”

This type of comment might be offensive to some and, even though there is ‘me’ in some, this type of comment is not offensive to me. “I’m the best headache he’ll ever have,” I told Progressive and Sleepless after he left. “And,” I added, “I’ll still be with him in the morning. Naked face and all.”