While at a Wonderful Women and Wine Party, hosted my the amazing Bruiser, I was reunited with some major blasts from my pasts. One woman used to hang out with Mini Sparkle Donut and I at a college house, of sorts, where Mini Sparkle Donut and I would regularly hosts parties. We were underage entrepreneurs, so we didn’t drink, we were merely event planners and bartenders. “You make amazing jungle juice,” the woman reminded me. “Thank you. That’s what got me pregnant,” I told her. “Really?” she asked. “Well, yes, that and dancing,” I replied. FatGirl can say what he may, but jungle juice jiggling jugs once caught the eye of many a man on the dance floor/front room of the party house.
I recognized another woman from the time I was with the one guy I married that one time I got married – she did my make-up for my portraits and the day of the wedding. I asked about her husband at the time, “Oh, I’m not with him anymore. He was kind of like a starter husband.” “Right. Well, as you know, I’ve had one of those. Actually, I went from a condo to a trailer. Now I’ve got a house. Sugar self,” I replied.
Several of the women started talking about past relationships – some had actually happened, others were Prime Rib style – in their mind only. “Wow, didn’t mean to be a Donny Downer,” one of the women said. “Don’t you mean Debbie Downer?” I asked. “Do I? Huh, I don’t know. I’ve never been good with names,” she replied.