Bossy’s friend Martha turned nineteen thirty-whatever-young-snooze last weekend, and to celebrate, her husband invited a few friends out to dinner—which included Martha’s oldest friends from college, and it included Martha’s Oldest friend:
Being responsible alcoholics adults, the group decided the train would provide safe transportation to and from the restaurant, and so they gathered at Bossy’s local train station clock at dusk:
In no time they were deposited in the city on the way to the restaurant to meet a few more friends:
And then this happened. The end:
Luckily the party was soon seated at their table:
And they ordered all kinds of delicious things from the Family-style Menu, which is just another way of saying We’re going to charge you $16 for three pieces of sushi you’re not going to know how to divide between seven people:
Hapfffeeee Burrrrfday Martha!
After dinner Bossy had An Incident in the bathroom—namely she couldn’t figure out how to turn the faucet to the on position. Do faucets have an on position?
After Martha’s husband mortgaged the house paid the check, the friends hit the streets for their walk back to the train station:
Bossy was so happy they were taking the train home:
Because Bossy just loves trains:
Yes, you are correct: seven farters friends squeezed in a car that only seats five for the entire ride home, and here’s how they did it:
But don’t worry, readers reader, it was just for a few city blocks. And one small highway. Just kidding. Not. Yes. Not.
Momo Fali says
February 8, 2008 at 10:56 amClearly, the woman seated next to Bossy in the back seat is frightened of that menstruating hair.
The Mom Bomb says
February 8, 2008 at 10:57 amI love your friend Martha’s coat. And enough about the hair: I’d kill for thick hair and curls. Kill, I say! I’d also kill for one of those martinis.
Miss Wisabus says
February 8, 2008 at 11:11 amThe inner curl! I love it. Embraced mine a few years ago on spring break. Lots of people try new things on spring break, like keg stands. I on the other hand start using mousse.
Jason says
February 8, 2008 at 11:20 amI know I’m gay, but you and Danielle are HOT!
Oh, and you look so cozy in that coffin
orangeblossoms says
February 8, 2008 at 11:21 amI’m glad Bossy’s has such a cool posse.
Also, the roots aren’t as bad as they were before the ‘redo’.
Plus, you’re totally beautiful regardless of the root issue…..
Nance says
February 8, 2008 at 11:29 amWhat is that thing in your first martini? It looks like a wadded-up Kleenex. Usually people don’t start throwing Kleenex in the martinis until the third round.
Nikki says
February 8, 2008 at 11:32 amI feel like I was crammed in that car too! What a fun ride. Now I need a drink.
Strizz says
February 8, 2008 at 11:32 am*SIGH* i want to do grown up things with grown ups. Not like that Bossy sheesh.
Jen14221 says
February 8, 2008 at 11:48 amThat’s the Continental, right? I would have been there the other day but I gave up Lobster Mashed Potatos for Lent.
Jen14221 says
February 8, 2008 at 11:50 amOh! And did you order the fries or the onion soup dumplings? I gave those up for Lent, too.
Laura says
February 8, 2008 at 11:59 amLooks like a fun night-if I spotted you Bossy in the city I would soooo go up to you and ask for your autograph, ’cause to me, you are famous in Philly. Anyhew, as the 9th of 11 (I kid u not), I could relate to starving, family style eating!
Sister Honey Bunch says
February 8, 2008 at 12:03 pmThat martini looks so good I could just cry. Is it too early to start drinking? And, do you think my boss would mind?
balconygal says
February 8, 2008 at 12:03 pmoh, those potatoes look fabulous next to the martini. Looks like a great time was had by all and I would so steal you celebration idea but, like others I gave up something for lent. Traveling like a circus clown. It’s just something I felt was time, ya know?
Peg says
February 8, 2008 at 12:13 pmAre these soirees announced in advance to the residents of the city? Helps to get the innocent off the streets! Wish I could have been there for a Martooni or maybe a Gibson, don’t like the olives.
Paige Jennifer says
February 8, 2008 at 12:17 pmLobster mashed potatoes are probably the answer to world peace. Especially a plateful from the Continental.
Chesapeake Bay Woman says
February 8, 2008 at 12:28 pmThe word NIPPLE is quite possibly one of the most hilarious words in the English language. Nipple confit is even funnier.
joeinvegas says
February 8, 2008 at 12:28 pmOh – such friends, such food, such fun, such camera work after how many martoonies?
Karla ~ Looking Towards Heaven says
February 8, 2008 at 12:28 pmoh Bossy, you are such a baaaaaad influence…
Blessings,
K
Lori says
February 8, 2008 at 12:30 pmWhat fun you have! I wish I actually had friends that would take me out. Even if I had to ride in their trunk!
The Domestic Goddess says
February 8, 2008 at 12:35 pmOhhhhh!!! I’m TELLLIIIINNNGGGGG!!!
Baaad Bossy! Baaaad! Remind DG to tell you about the time we did that when we were 16 and there were seven of us in a dodge Omni. Yeah, that’s the night DG had her nose broken when the driver hit a pole because he was going a leetle fast.
andrea says
February 8, 2008 at 12:41 pmMmmmm…dirty martini but I’m with Nance, what is the thing in the bottom of the martini? Such fun bossy has and m’dear your hair looks lovely.
BOSSY says
February 8, 2008 at 12:47 pmThat thing in the bottom of Bossy’s martini is a half-eaten olive — and when magnified through the glass it looks like GODZILLA THE HALF-EATEN OLIVE.
Nilsa S. says
February 8, 2008 at 12:54 pmThis post made my crazy-at-work Friday. Thanks, Bossy. Hope recuperation (uh, I mean your Friday) goes well. Have a great weekend!
Lara says
February 8, 2008 at 1:11 pmYou look super-cute in those photos! I know you’re not crazy about the new “do”, but your hair actually looked really nice. I wish my curls would do that. I have beautiful, lovely ringlets on the last 2 inches of my hair. Everything above that, all the way up to my scalp, is a lovely blend of utterly limp flatness or fried frizziness. Thank goodness for flat irons.
Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah says
February 8, 2008 at 1:20 pmSo how did you work the water?
qt says
February 8, 2008 at 1:21 pmI can’t wait to have martinis with bossy at some point.
Noelle says
February 8, 2008 at 1:42 pmI was thinking, “I’ve been to that train station before!” but then I realized that I’ve been there via your blog.
Can’t separate real life from internet life… Must be Friday.
Holly says
February 8, 2008 at 1:57 pmBossy and her daughter need to pick up a highlight kit and figure out how to use it. It really won’t look lot’s different than what you paid the stylist to do and you can consider it a BONDING experience between you!
Foolery says
February 8, 2008 at 2:19 pmDid anyone in the restaurant find it strange that the lovely blond woman with Aunt Flo Hair was standing at a two-way bathroom mirror taking pictures?
corrie says
February 8, 2008 at 2:38 pmBossy has so much fun! Lucky lucky girl!
dlyn says
February 8, 2008 at 3:22 pmAre you bringing lobster mashed potatoes on the tour – cause then I might try to still sign up even though I am way behind all the other cool kids.
David says
February 8, 2008 at 3:26 pmWhy wasn’t I invited?
erin says
February 8, 2008 at 3:29 pmWas that a hot pink faucet with black granite in the bathroom?
Heather says
February 8, 2008 at 4:46 pmOoooh. Martini.
Dr. Monkey says
February 8, 2008 at 5:00 pmAh the glamourous life. How I miss it. Oh wait. I never had it to begin with.
Meg says
February 8, 2008 at 5:01 pmQT, we all want to have martinis with Bossy at some point. Although I”ll settle for a martini without her tonight…
Smoochiefrog says
February 8, 2008 at 5:06 pmLooks like ya’ll had a great time!
No matter what you say, your hair is gorgeous!
we_be_toys says
February 8, 2008 at 5:08 pmmmmmmm..martinis!
The last time I wrestled in a restaurant bathroom, I broke the sink off the wall (I swear I only leaned on it) and had to slink out into the night very quickly.
I have to envy you your inner curl – my hair refuses to curl. ever.
Kristin says
February 8, 2008 at 5:44 pmSo . . . . I’ve never known where exactly you live. Now I know. You live in SkinnyAssVille. With all your skinny ass friends. Whereas, I am blessed to live in DumplingAssVille. With all my dimpled and dumpled family . . .
Curse you and your skinny ass and your wonderful fun skinny ass with lots of good alcohol life!
; )
Celestial says
February 8, 2008 at 6:31 pmAhhhh a Steven Star establishment. He makes up for the bathroom mirror thing at Pod. The sink/mirror combo is IN the stall with you just like an airplane bathroom.
Sarah is Ok says
February 8, 2008 at 6:36 pmI think Bossy should start regular posts about getting plastered and walking around a city. Just make sure someone is there to take photos.
Mr Farty says
February 8, 2008 at 6:56 pmNipple confit = coffee monitor.
Bossy is sooo Not Safe For Work.
Surcie says
February 8, 2008 at 6:58 pmWhat a great night! (This comment is based solely on the mashed p’tatoes.)
Sharri says
February 8, 2008 at 7:46 pmBossy, your hair looks great in that first picture of you. No more worries about roots.
moosh in indy. says
February 8, 2008 at 8:13 pmCan you bring Martha’s husband to San Francisco? I’d like to eat more than a cup of soup out there.
heh.
Jenn @ Juggling Life says
February 8, 2008 at 9:06 pmBossy has great taste in sarcophogi!
biddy says
February 8, 2008 at 11:36 pmso, i’m coming to see bossy and we’re going out for lobster mashed potatoes. because dayum…lobster AND mashed potatoes!? heaven…
Kelley says
February 9, 2008 at 12:08 amI am not and WILL NOT embrace my inner curl. The first thing on my list to save is my frizz serum and hair straightener. The kids have legs. They can fend for themselves.
I posted a picture yesterday of my hair horribilus during this humid weather….
Right now my curl is chucked in a bun until this humidity disappears.
Kristabella says
February 9, 2008 at 12:30 amThat looks like a good time.
Sometimes at the sinks at the airport that are automatic, I will stand there for hours with my hands underneath and NOTHING. The water will NOT turn on.
And I always wonder if I’m invisible.
Suzanne says
February 9, 2008 at 1:13 amI am glad you cleared up the mystery of Godzilla the Half Eaten Olive. I thought it was an ear.
psychophant says
February 9, 2008 at 2:40 amHoly Poo! Martha has got some sharp cheek bones. I’m so jealous.
lisa says
February 9, 2008 at 8:29 amHey!! I want to come next time. You guys look like fun!!
Where was the third martini? Good things always have to come in threes.
Haley says
February 9, 2008 at 9:28 amLooks like it was a great night! Glad you had fun!
sparx says
February 9, 2008 at 4:38 pmHeck with the inner curl, I have some outer curl on offer. It gets curlier the better the martinis… and THAT, my friend, looked like a darn curly martini.
MommyTime says
February 9, 2008 at 11:15 pmThis is a great story. I’m sorry my sister wasn’t there because she has a story just like this, except it ends with her eating my bouquet of birthday tulips in the squashed back-seat accommodations on the way home. Yep, that sis of mine sure can spice up anything to new heights of hilarity — not that you didn’t have a good lot of going around on your own!
Jen14221 says
February 10, 2008 at 7:41 pmBossy, I’ll be at POD on Monday if you want to share a family-style snack with me and check out the bathrooms together.
Anna at Hank & Willie says
February 11, 2008 at 9:54 amnipple confit. My next food friday
Ruth Dynamite says
February 11, 2008 at 7:16 pmDirty martinis and sushi. I think that’s what I asked for last Christmas.