Oh girl... you know what?

This afternoon I received a call from an old friend.
Remember J? One of my gal pals from the trip to Vegas?

(links to before, and after Vegas) and no, IM not reposting the audioblog!!

oh alright.. damn. Here, listen to my drunk ass. I don't care.

K, that was hilarious!!! Have the next morning too!

Anyway, about J....
My role model
My fishing buddy
My repo-partner
My pal

Yeah, we hadn't talked in a few weeks... it was good to hear from her. She told me she wanted to read some of my stuff and would I please give her my blog address.

I was shocked at first because I had forgotten telling her about my secret. Then I remembered that great air plane trip to Vegas (we were buzzed)... and it all came back.

Here is how it went down:

J is my best friend.

I have known J for only seven years, but she’s one of those personalities you would swear you’d known forever.

J is a pacific islander. Being born and raised on the islands, her skin is deep and tanned even in winter. Long beautiful black hair, outrageous smile, contagious laugh; she is a wonderful person to be in the company of. And yet, she’s a hearty business woman. She wears her confidence like a tailored suit, and has an abundant charisma… which alone, makes a woman very attractive.

J is a triple-threat. I admire her, respect her, and have always aspired to be a little bit like her.

As we boarded the plane to Vegas we bickered over who would sit with who. After a bitter and quite confusing game of rock-paper-scissors we all agreed that Zanie and C would sit together. J and I would pair up 5 aisles back; which ultimately turned out great for ice-cube chucking.

Ice cube chucking, AWESOME on airplanes.

Through the flight, J and I talked business and enjoyed sharing stories of the stress we endure everyday… and the stupid shit we do to cope with it. In the middle of the conversation, and a couple drinks, our conversation shifted to hobbies and time fillers. It was then that I told her about my writings.

Now remember, my gal pals know nothing about my erotica, my sexual preferences, my kinky ideals.
These ladies are, well, what I consider to be quite normal… but really I think it was that we never really talked about sex like that. I mean, sure we talked about it, but not specifically.

We’re mothers; we say our prayers at night when we tuck in our children and kiss them on their foreheads. We’re career women; putting in the almighty eight to five and strive to put on our pants the same way as the rest of them, one leg at a time. We’re wives and girlfriends… committed, honest, monogamous, faithful.

Dodging an ice cube J looks to me quite seriously, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“No” I laugh at her blank expression… trying to judge what she might be thinking, I can see the wheels turning “Seriously.”

“You write porn?” Her eyebrows raise, her chin drops slightly; but I can see the humor in her eyes, “Interesting.”

“Interesting?” I lob a really melty one down the center isle, hitting C and bouncing into the path of the service cart “…really, what does that mean… Interesting.”

“Well, I mean… no shit?” She blurts, almost laughing.

“No, no shit.” I blurt back. C turns back to look at us, giving the one finger hi-sign. J smiles back and waves to her, confirming the message. The tween kid sitting a couple seats in front of us stifled a laugh.

Poor kid.

“How long have you been doing it? I mean, are you good or what?”

“A while now… years, but well, I guess I’m good… I suppose yeah.”

“Well shit then” J takes on a bonafide party persona and raises her airplane cocktail midget glass “Cheers to Emma.”

I match her raise “Hell yes, cheers to Emma.”

Zanie peeps over the top of her seat to see what our ruckus is about.

Yea J honey, I'll send you my stuff.
And Welcome to Bubblegum Meltdown, grab a piece and pull up a bar stool!

Oh, and so so sorry for Philidelphia.. never seen a stadium clear out so fast... hmm.