spongy placenta

so this was one of "those" weeks. seemingly for everyone. i'm not sure what "those weeks" really means anymore because it seems to be every week, for everyone, anymore.

what do we do? hold a last-minute happy hour. because my friends are awesome.

i show up early (on time) since i live right down the road. as i'm waiting for my friends to show up so we can all discuss what our horrible days have been like, i get a few texts from a friend. she makes small talk then asks if we can talk on the phone. which is out of the ordinary.

i call, she drops the bomb that blondie's pops passed away that morning. many things ran through my mind: i can't imagine how he's doing, i don't know what to do with my hands, what's appropriate death etiquette between ex's, well we're not really considered 'ex's', do i call or text, i don't want to muddy the water, jumbo mango margarita, i knew the man fairly well and want to attend services... and all i muttered after a decent pause was, "what can i do, if anything..."

well we get off the phone, she said i should do something which was in concurrence with my gut.

i sat down at the table, and denise told me she ordered me a mango margarita, which was also in concurrence with my gut.

katie offered a little insight about what is caring and appropriate in that type of situation, so after 5-7 minutes of deliberation and tweaking, we collectively composed a very appropriate and caring text message to send off.

so happy hour commences. we discussed things like boys, jobs, not getting jobs, not having boys, allergies, moving, denise's pumpkin muffies in our mouths, corned beef and cabbage, the first day of fall, lindsey moving away to chicago, not working, the revolting process of childbirth, and i'm sure some other things...

over the course of the evening, we downed 4 baskets of chips, salsa, guac, and queso, among other things. the margaritas were just delightful, and of course we topped off the night for some photo ops by an old rustic decoration truck outside of the restaurant.

i can't not laugh every time i read the title of this post. katie relayed robin's theory of how you can say anything while laughing, and it really does make it funny. the image of katie leaning over the table saying "spongy placenta" through forced laughter will definitely stay ingrained in my mind for a long time.

and turns out, it works.

my friends are so cool.