There was still a bit of an awkward silence, thanks mostly to me. I'd suffered a sort of shock and my head was still processing what I'd seen and what it meant. Add to that the fact that I had to back out of most of the rest of our Saturday plans, and I was feeling a tad sorry for myself and sorry to them.
Penny spoke up first.
"Can you believe we haven't had any sort of vacation since September. And it was last, last November when we were out for more than 3 days."
"I wonder where that bra is," Rox said suddenly. "The one I went swimming in."
"Maybe you left it with the pile of wet clothes we left in the hotel," I offered, remembering that last trip in September. It was my birthday. We were in Orlando and on our first night there, we ended up in the pool in boxers and over-sized t-shirts.
"Nooo... I don't think so." Rox answered working her mouth around, and chewing on the side of her cheek the way she does when she's deep in thought.
"No, you brought it back because it was the only bra you packed! And it reeked of chlorine," Penny remembered with a smile. "You didn't go out with us that night."
"I wanted to go out last night," I turned around and said to Roxanne.
"Yeah! The one night that you are nowhere to be found, Lor actually wants to go out."
"We shouldn't go out without you though," I added. "When Pen and I go out without you, we are so lost. And when we're in the mall without you, we never know where we are."
Roxanne laughed. "Aww! I like being in charge."
Penny and I spoke up almost at the same time. "Wooah, woah. You're not in charge, alright? You just... wear the pants," I clarified.
"Okay, that's fine. I like wearing the pants," Roxanne conceded.
"And Penny wears the skort."
It always amazes me how the three of us fit like a puzzle - each with our roles and our strengths.
Roxanne, the pants wearer, the one with the plans, the one who encourages us to go out and try new things, the one with the wild stories and weird sound effects. Roxanne who never judges, and will unwaveringly support everything you decide to do. Roxanne who always knows what gets good reviews, with the singular sense of style, and enough eye shadow to make-up all of Africa.
Penny, the skort wearer. The one who will hate that I called her that. The one with the steel trap memory, and the quickest comebacks I've ever come across. Penny who will always answer the phone, the one who listens and checks in and worries and cares for us. Penny who shoots straight and figures out people and situations and analyzes us for us. Penny, who appreciates the value of sleep and chocolate, and has enough clothing to clothe all of Africa.
And me, who in many ways intruded into their 12 year friendship. Me, with the loud laugh and exaggerated hand gestures. Me who never remembers anything, not even if I've told a story before or not. Me, who listens and loves, even if my shock and horror is visible all over my face. Me with the weird music, and the terrible decision making skills, and enough nail polish to uh... polish all of Africa.
And me, the one who relays the messages.
Lor: Hey hey hey. We still going to get breakfast? BAGELS. ♥
Rox: Yep! I'm just getting off the turnpike.
Lor: Hey girl heeey. Rox is just getting off the turnpike. Put some pants on.
Pen: Pants on! Ready.
Lor: Penny is ready. You home yet?
Rox: HOME. Come over!
Lor: Rox is home. I'm on my way.
Lor: I'm going to get Penny!
That's generally how it goes. Whether we're picking a restaurant, a mall, or a watering hole, I'm the go-between. And as such, I've reserved the right to repeatedly and consistently use one phrase: Put your pants on.
Often applicable, as we're all not fans of pants. It means a lot for us. It means, we're all leaving our house, and that adventures lie ahead.
Saturday morning, Penny and I both slept in. We hadn't counted on hearing from Roxanne, as she was spending most of her weekend with RiSK. Her BBM woke me up though; she was on her way home and she was hungry. I rolled over in bed, and coordinated between Pen and Rox until we'd agreed to start the day with Einsteins.
I made the rounds, picking up the girls, made the short trip to Einsteins, we bought our bagels and juice, and grabbed a table outside in the gorgeous weather. In between bites, we recounted our Friday nights.
Roxanne told us about going to the NOFX concert with RiSK and The Grown-Up Chuckie Finster. Rox wants me to meet Chuckie, as he apparently has an amazing personality. I got a few, "I'm telling Chuckie all about you" messages through out the night. I'm mostly a fan of Rox nicknaming him The Grown-up Chuckie Finster.
Penny and I went to dinner. We giggled tons, but we couldn't quite remember about what. I told Penny about my lunch earlier that week with Antonio and she told me about what new games Anthology was playing. We both talked about grown-up things and how we wanted to be better at them. Then we went in search of nail polish.
Penny related to Roxanne the story of the mystery-text-messager. "What restaurant are you at?" the unknown number read, as Pen and I drove away from the restaurant toward the make-up store. She asked who it was and after much hemming and hawing he finally answered, "Magpie." Penny froze and laughed nervously when she saw it and flashed the phone so I could read it.
"No," I said my hand automatically drawing up to my mouth. "You've got to know another Magpie."
"No," Penny said. "I don't."
"No," I kept repeating. A text message from Magpie didn't make sense.
"Well, who was it," Roxanne asked as Penny told the story. It turned out to be her ex-co-worker's husband. (What followed were totes inappropriate invitations for drinks and such, but that's another story. Also, in case you hadn't figured it out, Magpie and mystery texter share the same real life name, not LttP nickname...)
"Thank God it wasn't Magpie," Rox said, and I silently agreed as I took another bite of my bagel.
Conversation turned back to Chuckie, as Rox started to retell some of the conversation they'd had about me. Halfway through one sentence, Rox stopped and lifted up an eyebrow, clearly checking out someone walking in front of her.
I think a nifty picture of our seating arrangement might be useful at this point.