We pissed off our waiter at the restaurant that we stopped at to have a glass of wine. We got the "are you ladies going to order any food?" question approximately 10 times until we finally ordered a thing of fries to share. And, then we got the, "When the hell are you going to leave so that another party who will actually eat and allow for me to earn a living can sit in your seat?" question approximately 5 times. So, in order to answer his question, we ordered yet a second bottle of wine. Sorry buddy. We had some catching up to do.
Then, we went to an outdoor festival that was going on in Richmond, as Tracy had never been, but EVERYONE we saw asked if we were going there, so we figured we'd check it out. From what I can gather, it consisted of a contest to see how far a dog will jump in the water after a ball (which actually resulted in a poor display of the owners' athleticism, as most of them couldn't throw the bar far enough to allow for the dog to jump far enough to impress anyone) and it also consisted of a mud pit for everyone who just got done with running a 5K to run and slide through so that they were then covered in mud. Oh - and, really bad wine and really greasy (but great) food. So, basically, your typical festival. And, of course, after the 2 bottles of wine discussed above and the one glass of really bad wine, Tracy decided that this family who owned this puppy was neglecting the puppy because the puppy was panting and according to Tracy, he needed water. I tried to explain that it was pretty hot and even if he had just had water, he would still be panting. She didn't buy it and insisted on giving the puppy water in her old wine glass - not before asking in a "your abusing your dog" kind of tone - "Don't you think that your puppy may be thirsty? I think that he really needs some water..."
That night, we decided to really take the Southern Belle thing to an extreme and dance around in hats. We thought we were pretty funny...
The next day, we went to brunch at a local breakfast place, which I have to say was DELICIOUS. Granted, not sure we were welcome guests there either as 1) Amy had a bug fly into her ear and reacted, well....not so Southern Belle'ish which led to the table next to us making a comment that they thought we were drunk (at 11 AM), 2) Christine wasn't feeling well, so just ordered eggs and toast and then got the "why are you so prissy?" look from the waitress - don't you worry. I stuck up for her and explained the illness to the waitress (who clearly didn't believe me) and 3) Amy apparently "insulted the chef" by ordering biscuits and gravy but with no gravy. But, whatever. The food and ambiance was great. And, everyone appeared to get over the little mishaps along the way.
And, yes - before you say anything - I now know that going out in public with no makeup results in not so great pictures of myself. Lesson learned.
That day, we spent nearly the ENTIRE afternoon sitting on Tracy's porch talking. I mean, I should have known that we were capable of talking for 8 hours straight, but damn! Even I was impressed.
We did get up for a walk at some point that afternoon and Tracy took us to the place where she and Ryan got married. Well, there is a running joke that Christine and Tracy are a couple, so in order to continue the joke, they got married to each other in the same spot. I only include this part because we noticed that the pictures taken really do resemble a groom waiting for his bride who is clearly elated.
After coming back from the walk, we decided to spice things up a bit and move to the front porch to talk for another couple of hours - this was the classic southern experience - sitting in our rocking chairs, drinking champagne - it was lovely. This was clearly our chance to fulfill the Southern Belle thing...if only we had showered and had put on makeup on at that point...
That night, we went out on the town. We first went to a great bar/restaurant with 3 levels of decks over looking the water - it was gorgeous. Afterwards, we went to a great restaurant that serves fancy southern food. I had shrimp and grits and they were amazing! And, THEN - Christine wanted to buy a bottle of champagne, so ordered one and then requested that she receive the bill for it. Well, when we ask for the bill, the waiter explains to us that apparently one of us ran into a girl in the bathroom and she paid for the $100 bottle for us! HEH? Yep. Amy apparently was talking to a girl in the bathroom and told her that we had all come together for a girls' weekend and she thought that was really cool that 4 friends would do that, so she just bought the wine. Only in the south - I swear.
Later, we went to a club where they were playing "house music," which I just assumed no one really liked given there were NO LYRICS. Just the un-tuh-un-tuh beat. Of course, upon asking the 3 ppl standing in the line for the restroom whether they really liked this music, I got the, "You totally just offended us" look as they explained to me that they love the music and how could I not? yet again - clearly not the polite Southern Belle move.
The next day, Tracy took us for a drive to see U. of Richmond and drove us by a really cool trail area. And, after that, we did a little more sitting around and talking and then Christine and I took off for the airport.
On either side of the visit, we did get to meet Tracy's husband, Ryan, and their adorable son, Weston, for the first time. I'm so happy that I finally got to meet both of them. Ryan couldn't be a nicer/funnier guy and Weston couldn't be a cuter child. I mean, look at those cheeks!!! A man after my own heart...
Overall, it was a great weekend. A perfect mix of relaxation, going out, and LOTS of laughing. I mean, not to toot my own horn here, but damn! I pick some pretty good friends. First, there was my weekend with Sara and now yet another weekend where we haven't seen each other in years, yet it feels like just yesterday. Love you guys and can't wait for the next Girls' Weekend. Sui Generis...
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