As some of you may have gathered, La Cubana Gringa and I are wonderfully close friends, but live on opposite coasts. So, we don’t get to be obnoxious to each other in person nearly as often as we would like, or as often as we did in high school. Needless to say, we make a point to see each other whenever the opportunity arises. Even if that means she’ll call me in the wee hours of the morning, with a layover in my city, needing a place for her and the Brit to crash. Mi casa, Cubana casa.
Lucky for us, LCG has been in town this weekend on another medical research convention/seminar/study group thingy to exchange the newest information about breast cancer as she prepares for her journey into oncological bliss, one breast at a time. (Exactly how I would do it.) We got together on Sunday and hung out, laughing and being obnoxious just like the old days. Except now her boobs were more incredible than ever, thanks of course to Tulip. I complemented her hair, which she now wears much darker and shorter than in our younger years.
We took her great hair and boobs to a place that brews its own beer for dinner and had a few drinks at the bar while we waited for our table. We continued to exchange stories while a couple of softball playing lesbians made out next to us. LCG has lived in California so long, that this went unnoticed. However, the fact that smoking is still allowed in our bars did not.
Before long we were led to our booth and greeted by our waitress, a soft spoken, well fed Indian girl named Janelle. It was my first encounter with either an Indian named Janelle, or one who was over weight. (This restaurant was the kind that served little pastries shaped like breasts adorned with icing instead of bread, which may have been Janelle’s main source of nourishment.)
The rest of the evening went as would be expected when the two of us get together, laughing hysterically, exchanging stories of near-death experiences, and taking obnoxious pictures with aforementioned pastries. We shared our favorite movies, our hatred of the Titanic, and reminisced about High School.
As with her last couple of visits, our time was limited, so we couldn’t spend the rest of the night terrorizing other local establishments and traumatizing children. We’ll have to save that for next time. We ended up calling it a night, as the future of many many breasts would depend on her one day. After we coordinated our next adventure and said our goodbye's, I started my long drive home with a smile. It was really good to see La Cubana again, I miss her already.