BeCuz is pretty particular about her teas. When I invited her to my house for a spot I was surprised by her surprise when she learned I didn’t have an infuser. “You need a real tea kettle,” she told me. I love my tea kettle. It is a beautiful butternut squash whistler with a stainless steel handle that will burn you if you touch it. As I defended my kettle, she shook her head with disgust, all the while wetting her pallet with the cup of tea I had provided her. “No need to be so cri-tea-cal,” I replied.
A few hours later, Art Groupie stopped by and, because she likes her coffee just so, she brought her own. Although the brand she brought is my absolute favorite, I opted for another cup of tea – somebody’s got to defend my pot. For reasons unbeknownst to her, Art Groupie has a tendency to meet artists, get invited to their studio to see their works, and then realize it isn’t their pallet or paintbrush that they’re really interested in showing her. “What do you do?” I asked her. “Last time I ran out,” she told me. “I’m trying to make better choices about guys I ‘date.’ I keep seeing this really cute guy on my way to the coffee shop and the other day I saw him at the library. The me in me wants to talk to him, but my kids told me I need to stop meeting men this way,” she advised me.
“So how do you meet them?” I asked. “My kids gave me match.com for my birthday a couple of years ago,” she said. “That’s a horrible present. I hope they gave you a gift receipt,” I told her. “No, no gift receipt. I didn’t really make any love connections. I wish I had, because I started taking an estrogen supplement and I am horny. I’m also really bitchy,” she said. “It might be time for you to wet your pallet at an art exhibit again. Maybe you’ll find an artist there who is in the market for a horny bitch,” I suggested. “Good idea. Maybe he’ll show me his paintbrush” she giggled.