Episode 16: Shocks and Awe

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(First timer? Read from the start.)

Friday, October 31st at 10:08pm:

Location: Thomas Jefferson St., Georgetown

Scene: Blocked off streets, costumed masses, Mardi Gras without the beads

 

“Huh?!” Jaz said as her eyes flew open with shock while glancing at Cindi’s “costume”.  It was a moment of quirky first look like did she not get the Halloween memo.  Jaz glanced quickly at me and then walked rapidly to the edge of the sidewalk, the golden braids of her Goldilocks costume slapping her ears as she bopped along in her white Mary Janes.  She will never be able to wear those shoes with anything else. I thought to myself. She delicately hugged Cindi like she had just emerged from a terrifying ordeal and in need of some comforting. I laughed at the sight covering my mouth with my extensive wig.

 

“Hon, who are you supposed to be? I can’t guess. Did you dress up?” Jaz noted out loud. Jaz took Halloween seriously and by looking at Cindi you could tell there was an off chance she was dressed in her work suit but could also have worn one of those costumes that needed some sort of explanation so you could get it.

They walked over to me and after our hugs and kisses session, we all stepped back and gave each other discerning looks.  Cindi successfully guessed without hesitation that I was dressed as a witch.  Surprise, surprise.  Not hard to tell with my long beaked nose and lengthy black wig and pointy hat.  This year I did not feel like going the sex kitten route in a leotard and a bunny tail. No mood for cat calls and butt pinches.

“Ummm. Your turn.” I said as we both turned in her direction anticipating an anti-Halloween montage.  She pulled out a handmade sign from her pocket that said “Michelle Obama” and only then did her sleeveless suit dress make sense. Diva statement indeed!

Saturday, November 1st at 1:08pm:

Location: Busboys and Poets

Scene: lounging on couch; crowded brunch scene    

 

“It was so much fun hanging out in Georgetown and U St. last night!” Cindi exclaimed.

“However after that guy in Marvin spilled his drink on my suit it was game over. Note to self – expensive dresses and crowded bars are like coffee and vinegar, not meant to be together. I hadn’t worn a costume in ages and now I think it ups the enjoyment factor. So, is Jaz coming out today?” She continued.

“Nah! She said that she has lots of cleaning to do because her mom might be visiting next week.  She said something about two months worth of laundry!” I answered. “So what’s up with you?  It’s been so long since we had a ‘just the two of us’ moment.” I exclaimed.

“By the way, lunch is on me! So, what is up with Chris? I thought you liked him.” She asked catching me off guard while I people watched at our new spot BB&P II.

“I do like him. But he is just into having fun now since his 5 year relationship ended and I realize that I want more at this age than a great date here and there so we are just going to be friends. He invited me camping next weekend with his friends.  I would invite you but I already know the answer. My mom thinks that I should be patient and wait at least six months before tossing aside a relationship, but who has time.”

We were interrupted by the waiter and ordered the Chai latte with soy.

Cindi responded “Oh Lord, I think we both have the thirtieth birthday syndrome. This year has meant the surfacing of this antsy inner person woken up like Rip Van Wrinkle nagging me at the oddest moments about the things I hadn’t accomplished or cared for beforehand. I would go for brunch in Eastern Market and stare at couples holding hands and kissing and instead of thinking get a room I look and sigh. I would see strollers that were always in barriers to my quickly making it from one end of a block to next, now become bearers of cute little cooing packages. I don’t like this annoying new me but it has made me contemplate my dating style and stick more to my list. Now, if the butterflies, respect and ambition are not evident within the first two months forget about it.” She finished with a Robert De Niro accent. We laughed. Random.

“Hmmm…you sound like the Newsweek stats are getting to you.” I said thinking back to all the media dating gloom and doom that was surfacing in the past few years. “I vowed to be more open-minded and to start thinking outside the box.”

“Actually, I kinda have a crush on someone at work but not only do I think he is out of my league, I don’t want to mess with my ‘sharp as a tack work is my life’ reputation.”  When Cindi mentioned potential love interest at work I was taken aback.

“When did you get the chance to find a crush at work? Did you both bond over the copy machine’s ability to spit out non-chewed up copies or coffee rings on draft pleadings. Darling, I am confused.” My eyebrows were now tildes, “have you acted on this crush? Does he know? Because this is so unlike you. I on the other hand would kiss and then think.” I finished thinking of all the indiscretions I’ve had so far this year with Jerry my boss as a witness.

“Well…one night I was at work. It was ten o’clock and Aidan a senior associate and I were eating some Armand’s pizza and getting for the long haul. We were just told a few hours prior that we were responsible for two motions due by COB the next day.” She started.

“Whoa! I’ve never heard about him before.” I noted with intrigue the idea of straight laced Cindi in the middle of her own Harlequin novel was fascinating.  Jaz would never believe me.

“Well, you know I hate talking about work. So, Aidan and I have been working together on the case from hell.  He gives me my assignments but for the last few months we’ve split many of the tasks equally. We always eat dinner together and have the best conversations. The night of the pizza, I reached over to grab a slice of cheese from the box that was on his side of the desk and he landed a kiss half way on the side of my cheeks and half way on my lips. I turned around in shock and he full on kissed me. It was awkward yet fantabulous but I was all of a sudden conscious of every motion, look or gesture I made while around him from then on.” She finished and then took a sip of her Chai.   

“What does Eric, your work husband <giggle> think about this?” I just had to ask because she always related zingers from Eric and we had a feeling he was gay. They always seemed to hang out during the day.

“Are you kidding me, I haven’t told him because he tends to talk too much. I just keep thinking about how he always seems to have the latest gossip about everyone at work. I always wonder if he would talk about me too.” She analyzed.

“So what are you going to do?” I was curious and knew for sure there would be more to the story.

“Try not to run into him in elevators by himself. We did last week and he grabbed my hands and leaned in to kiss me. I moved. It was midnight but people were still in the office. Still need to process what’s happening. Stay away from his office now that the case is winding down. He always feels the need to apologize. I don’t want to say what happened out loud. Too much drama in the way of happiness.”  She finished obviously shaken and happy to get it off her chest.

“I can tell you are still processing what happens. I would talk to him about at work PDA. Not that I am discouraging you but I know if your bosses found out it would not bode well for you becoming partner eventually but darling tell me is he cute?” I was curiously living in the moment, since Cindi might never be this risqué again.

“Imagine a brunette with Hugh Jackman facial features, six-foot tall, green eyes and super-duper smart.” She finished with an inhale.

I nodded and faux fanned myself. It was now evident there would be a few more chapters left in this book.

Episode 14: Back Together Again

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Saturday, October 11th at 12:34pm:

As I was pulling into the only available parking spot on K St. that I could locate after about ten minutes of driving around the block, I got a call from Jaz who I expected was already at the restaurant since she had left her home in Columbia Heights thirty-minutes ago. We had made plans to have a girls-day-out with Cindi and decided to start off with brunch at the new Busboys and Poets restaurant on 5th and K St. followed with shopping on U. St.

“Diane where are you?” Jaz sang happily into the phone.

“I just found parking a block away from the restaurant! I should be there in less than five minutes. Cindi will be about fifteen minutes late since her morning of pampering at the Four Seasons in Georgetown is taking longer than expected.” I said excitedly since I too was in a great mood and just happy to have my two best girls back and available to hang out. It had been over a month or so since we all hung out together. Cindi had been working major hours at her firm getting ready for a trial that was now thankfully going to settle and Jaz found out George, her boyfriend of eight years had been cheating on her using Match.com so she had just taken a break and gone home to visit her family.  Drama!

“Darling, did you get us a table? I heard from my friend Janice that the restaurant was packed when she stopped by yesterday. I was afraid that we might have to wait a while for a table today.” I said while locking my Jeep and walking towards the restaurant. Noticing how much gentrification was already evident in the surrounding neighborhood.

“No worries. I have that department covered. I am at our table now. I figured I would just sit and wait for you both knowing full well how crowded BB&P can be.” Jaz reassured noting our nickname for the popular local restaurant, bookstore and poetry hotspot.

It was great to hear that Jaz was in a better state now that she had been able to visit with her family. Even though she was quick to note that they were driving her nuts and she had to make her quick escape when they tried to recruit her to help manage her brother’s campaign for republican Representative to Congress knowing full well that she was a democrat.

Saturday, October 11th at 12:40pm:

“So, how are you doing darling?” I asked Jaz, “at least you look rested and tanned,” I continued also noting her cute, brightly colored outfit. She was fond of oranges, browns, yellows and other bright colors that went well with her honey complexion.

“I am well and glad to be back. I have some good news but I will wait until Cindi gets here.” She explained while looking around at the artwork around the restaurant. This location is surely now our new favorite hangout!

“Now, I am curious, but I can wait. I need to take a beach trip soon to reinforce my summer tan before my paleness wears in.” We both giggled over my last comment. Being part Jewish and part African-American and leaning more in skin tone towards my Jewish father did not obviously bode well for keeping a natural tan in the winter.

“Hey Divas!” We looked up to see Cindi looking happy and glowing probably due in part to an hour long massage and freshly moisturized face.

Saturday, October 11th at 12:59pm:

“Ok Jaz, we’ve just placed our order so you must tell us your big news.” I asked impatient from waiting.

“I got the lead part in a spring 2009 production at the Studio Theater!” she exclaimed.

“Awesome! I am so glad for you. You definitely deserve some wonderful news in your life.” I noted as we all high-fived!

“Now I am definitely in a dessert mood!” Cindi exclaimed.

“I will second that.” Jaz piped in.

“Can I tell you both a random story?” I said anticipating their full attention. “So, why did I go to Champs with Janice a few days ago and was hit on by a guy named Joseph. I’ve never before been hit on by a guy with the same name as my dad. He was cute, fine and tall with a great smile and a great conversationalist. Just the way I like them, but I could not stop thinking that if we were to ever get intimate and he said ‘who’s your daddy?’ I could never answer him and would have to die a thousand deaths!”

“Whoa! Never thought of that before. Did he have a middle name? You could always answer that, if you ever got to the point where he would ask you this question.” Cindi said while chuckling.

“I have no idea! I just did not want to go there. The thought was nauseating!” I said also not being able to stop laughing.

“Guys in this city suck anyway!” Jaz noted. Thankfully, our chai lattes arrived as a welcomed distraction before she became too sullen.

Saturday, October 11th at 2:38pm:

“Let’s all take my car to U. St.” Cindi noted. It sounded like a plan because after my buckwheat pancakes I was too full to drive.

Our first stop was Dekka, a co-op boutique featuring independent designers and artists.  It is a great place to go if you are a Diva looking for a one-of-a-kind wardrobe addition. And since our goal was hanging out later that night at the Layla Lounge in NE, we definitely needed diva divine stand out in the crowd outfits. So, I purchased a cute, short, navy blue dress from the Yo Soy fashion line with chain links in the back which allowed me to show off my legs. All that yoga had to be good for something!  The color went well with my left over summer tan. Jaz was still obviously hesitant about getting back on the proverbial dating horse but she still could not resist buying a silver, chiseled textured cuff from Golden Plum Designs Cindi being who she was opted for the sophisticated ruffled open front Fiona dress from Moojoo Ken.

We ended the shopping trip people watching for a few hours outside of Mocha Hut. I could not wait for our evening of fun. With the three of us together there are bound to be great laughs but hopefully not too many gaffes.