Biddy Town Meeting

Another day and I’m still standing. I gotta tell ya when I first got up this morning it really hit me; I miss home. As I always do when I’m in a foul mood, I turned to shopping. I decided to go ahead with my initial plans and go to Downtown Crossing and sneak a peek at Boston shopping. I ended up buying a purse, two shirts and two pair of shoes. At the end of it all, my mood was still sour. I had my earphones in and every time that a slow tune came on, I fought back the tears. KT called and I almost burst into tears on the phone while in the subway. I told him I was really missing home and I am. I called like a handful of people and just my luck, nobody was home. I knew G was home and that if anybody could lift my spirits, it would be him. By the time I called G, I was on my way back to the house. When I got here, L and H were upstairs clearing out the closet for me. How nice of them! Soon and very soon they helped bring my spirits back up. They probably didn’t even know I was down a little.
They are hilarious. They cut the fool today (saying from home). We started talking about men (no surprise). H told me that I am in my prime and that I need to learn how to tease a man and reel them in. She said every woman has that one dress; the "get em dress". She went on to reminisce about her, as we call it now, freekum dress. L said she never denied that the dress was bad but that H used to wear it every time they went out. I guess if it works, why change the routine or dress in this case. HA! H said she used to wear them short and hot. Do now!!! They had me cracking up. Said I need to work it while I still can; that I need to walk through a crowd of men and catch every single one’s attention. I was also told that I need to make sure I look good tomorrow for church and the cookout afterwards. At church there will be some good and fine college graduates to attract and that at the cookout there’ll be some cops. I guess I have to apply my training tomorrow to real life situations. LOL. I told Mom everything. She told me to listen and learn cuz she wants a good-looking and rich son-in-law so she can have a Benz and some pretty grand babies. Mom is a mess. Then she caught herself and told me to leave the men alone here because she didn’t want me falling in love and staying in Boston. No ma’am. I meet my husband up here, baby… you got to at least go to DC with me. I can’t live this far up.
I can’t even remember all H and L talked about. They started talking about one man… H and L got up and high-fived on the man’s looks. H said he was so fine that he made her want to change her religion. He must have been pretty damn gorgeous! We also talked about age. I threw out the scenario of a chick dating someone 20 years her senior. Without hesitation, H asked if the man had money. She said if he is broke that he has to go, but if he has money then it’s ok. Damn! Is it like that? What happened to love? Guess that don’t live there no more.
At the end of it all, my spirits had returned to a healthy level. I know everything is going to be ok but I still miss the good ole south or maybe just some of the people there! :-)