Windex Can Be Deathly

On to post two regarding my trip to Oh-Kay-Cee . . .

On Saturday evening, Seestoh, Mohhther, Faaather and I went to visit some lifelong friends of ours that live in a cozy cottage on the southern end of Nichols Hills. (Oh. Did I fail to mention that my parents went on this trip back home? Ah yes. The nuclear family was fully intact for the first time since 1987, without all of those bothersome sons-in-law or precious grandchildren. Just me, my sister, and - gulp! - our parents. Talk about regression.)

We burst into Bill and Marilyn's house and straight into the arms of our dear childhood friends, Stef and Liz. Much hugging, squealing, dancing, and weird voice contortions commenced. (When Stef and I were in 5th grade, we went to school with a pitiful lonesome soul named Debra. Debra? Had the oddest goddamnfucking voice I have ever heard in my life. Naturally, Stef and I were required to imitate her.)

(For the last 28 years.)

We crammed the past 7 years (last we were together) into a few hours as we ate some delicious food and hung around talking. Sees-toh, Liz, Stef and I went outside, leaving the Real Adults (our parents) at the Big Person Table.

Twilight fell and eventually Sees-toh's bladder informed her of a dire need to use the girlie facilities. Up she popped and off she went to the front door.

Or, rather, through it.

This is where the trouble with Windex revealed itself. Apparently, Marilyn is a fantastic housekeeper, because her front glass storm door was gleaming and fingerprint-free to such a degree that Sees-toh assumed the front door was actually open, and proceeded to jettison her forehead right into the glass.

BANG!

"Oooooowwwww." "Owowowowowowow."

Poor Sees-toh. Her head lallygagged around like a drooping daisy. I felt awful for her, which is why I proceeded to scream with laughter and ridicule the hell out of her.

I really did feel badly later on when I saw the giant goose egg on her forehead. Oops.

Here is a photo of the glass door. Please notice the giant grease spot makeup left behind on the surface of the glass. (In case you are completely blind, it is about 1/3 of the way down on the right hand side of the picture.) Hee.

Here is a photo of the four of us ornery gals: from left to right is Sees-toh, Liz, me, Stef.

And last, but certainly not least, is a photo of Stef holding a picture of herself from the 8th grade. This is how I remember her best, with light blonde hair rung in tight ringlets, shaped slightly like an isosceles triangle. I LOVE THAT PICTURE OF HER. The beauty of the early-80s bob!

Stef? Is funny as hell and always has been. I think that's the most poignant thing I've realized over the years regarding true friends. They don't change. Circumstances change. Looks change. Addresses and phone numbers change. But the core of the person, their heart and soul, stays the same. And that's why they're my friends.

Lest I forget, here are the four parents, together again for the first time in ages.

Gosh. It really was lovely to go home. I hope Sees-toh's swelling has gone down though.