It was my third cup of coffee that day, Roxanne's second, but this was the first time Penny had ever purchased coffee with us in basically 2 years of our tri-friendship.
"Why did you guys introduce me to coffeeee?" Penny asks, twitching a little. Okay, maybe not twitching, but almost. "Remember that addictive personality thing?"
"Yeah, and if one of us is addicted to something, we all are," I tell her, parking in an available spot. "So... if one of us get addicted to..."
"Heroin?" Penny offers.
"Then we all are addicted to heroin," Rox finishes in a show of solidarity.
"Exactly. Meth face for one, meth face for all," I proclaim, as we all laugh. And yawn.
"Did I ever tell you about the caffeine pills, Pen?" Roxanne asks from the back seat. Penny shakes her head. "See," Rox explains, "we were at Target one day and I told Lor that sometimes I think about taking caffeine pills." Penny stares at me disbelieving, much the same way I looked at Rox when she first told me about her theory.
"But... but... you know, I'd take them in a super controlled manner. I'd be on responsible speed! And I'd just be awake all the time and have so! much! energy!"
"I told her she was crazy," I say to Penny, "but I've kind of thought about the same thing too. Maybe. Were going Jessie Spano on this bitch!"
Without missing a beat, we all start singing. "I"m so excited! I'm so excited!"
Coffee or not, amped up on hyper sleepies or not, sitting around and talking to these girls is one of the things I love the most in life. Our conversations, the way we play off each other and can talk to each other about anything? I think that's one of the things that makes this friendship amazing. In that car ride alone, from the mall 10 minutes away to Penny's apartment, we'd covered drug addiction, making fun of a guy we'll just call ole Bumble Bee Dick, talking about a girl we met in middle/high school, who is now losing her baby to the government, and even talked about marriage proposals.
"We need to blog about this," Roxanne said halfway through one particular piece of that conversation.
Done and done. I mean, not really done yet, but that's the plan. The further plan is to pass this to Penny who will add a piece. She will then pass it to Roxanne, who will add a piece. Then it will come back to me, etc. It's a conversation between the three best girls of ever, blog style. (ETA: Roxanne never participated because she is lame. LAME LAME LAME.)
I can't promise we'll stay on topic. I can't even promise we'll try. But: marriage proposals.