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:
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 saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 10:56 am
Clearly, the woman seated next to Bossy in the back seat is frightened of that menstruating hair.
The Mom Bomb saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 10:57 am
I 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 saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 11:11 am
The 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 saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 11:20 am
I know I’m gay, but you and Danielle are HOT!
Oh, and you look so cozy in that coffin 😉
orangeblossoms saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 11:21 am
I’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 saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 11:29 am
What 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 saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 11:32 am
I feel like I was crammed in that car too! What a fun ride. Now I need a drink.
Strizz saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 11:32 am
*SIGH* i want to do grown up things with grown ups. Not like that Bossy sheesh.
Jen14221 saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 11:48 am
That’s the Continental, right? I would have been there the other day but I gave up Lobster Mashed Potatos for Lent.
Jen14221 saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 11:50 am
Oh! And did you order the fries or the onion soup dumplings? I gave those up for Lent, too.
Laura saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 11:59 am
Looks 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 saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 12:03 pm
That martini looks so good I could just cry. Is it too early to start drinking? And, do you think my boss would mind?
balconygal saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 12:03 pm
oh, 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 saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 12:13 pm
Are 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 saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 12:17 pm
Lobster mashed potatoes are probably the answer to world peace. Especially a plateful from the Continental.
Chesapeake Bay Woman saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 12:28 pm
The word NIPPLE is quite possibly one of the most hilarious words in the English language. Nipple confit is even funnier.
joeinvegas saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 12:28 pm
Oh – such friends, such food, such fun, such camera work after how many martoonies?
Karla ~ Looking Towards Heaven saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 12:28 pm
oh Bossy, you are such a baaaaaad influence…
Lori saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 12:30 pm
What 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 saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 12:35 pm
Ohhhhh!!! 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 saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 12:41 pm
Mmmmm…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 saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 12:47 pm
That 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. saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 12:54 pm
This post made my crazy-at-work Friday. Thanks, Bossy. Hope recuperation (uh, I mean your Friday) goes well. Have a great weekend!
Lara saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 1:11 pm
You 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 saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 1:20 pm
So how did you work the water?
qt saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 1:21 pm
I can’t wait to have martinis with bossy at some point.
Noelle saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 1:42 pm
I 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 saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 1:57 pm
Bossy 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 saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 2:19 pm
Did 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 saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 2:38 pm
Bossy has so much fun! Lucky lucky girl!
dlyn saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 3:22 pm
Are 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 saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 3:26 pm
Why wasn’t I invited?
erin saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 3:29 pm
Was that a hot pink faucet with black granite in the bathroom?
Heather saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 4:46 pm
Dr. Monkey saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 5:00 pm
Ah the glamourous life. How I miss it. Oh wait. I never had it to begin with.
Meg saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 5:01 pm
QT, we all want to have martinis with Bossy at some point. Although I”ll settle for a martini without her tonight…
Smoochiefrog saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 5:06 pm
Looks like ya’ll had a great time!
No matter what you say, your hair is gorgeous!
we_be_toys saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 5:08 pm
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 saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 5:44 pm
So . . . . 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 saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 6:31 pm
Ahhhh 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 saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 6:36 pm
I 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 saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 6:56 pm
Nipple confit = coffee monitor.
Bossy is sooo Not Safe For Work.
Surcie saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 6:58 pm
What a great night! (This comment is based solely on the mashed p’tatoes.)
Sharri saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 7:46 pm
Bossy, your hair looks great in that first picture of you. No more worries about roots.
moosh in indy. saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 8:13 pm
Can you bring Martha’s husband to San Francisco? I’d like to eat more than a cup of soup out there.
Jenn @ Juggling Life saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 9:06 pm
Bossy has great taste in sarcophogi!
biddy saysFebruary 8, 2008 at 11:36 pm
so, i’m coming to see bossy and we’re going out for lobster mashed potatoes. because dayum…lobster AND mashed potatoes!? heaven…
Kelley saysFebruary 9, 2008 at 12:08 am
I 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 saysFebruary 9, 2008 at 12:30 am
That 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 saysFebruary 9, 2008 at 1:13 am
I am glad you cleared up the mystery of Godzilla the Half Eaten Olive. I thought it was an ear.
psychophant saysFebruary 9, 2008 at 2:40 am
Holy Poo! Martha has got some sharp cheek bones. I’m so jealous.
lisa saysFebruary 9, 2008 at 8:29 am
Hey!! 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 saysFebruary 9, 2008 at 9:28 am
Looks like it was a great night! Glad you had fun! 🙂
sparx saysFebruary 9, 2008 at 4:38 pm
Heck 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 saysFebruary 9, 2008 at 11:15 pm
This 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 saysFebruary 10, 2008 at 7:41 pm
Bossy, 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 saysFebruary 11, 2008 at 9:54 am
nipple confit. My next food friday
Ruth Dynamite saysFebruary 11, 2008 at 7:16 pm
Dirty martinis and sushi. I think that’s what I asked for last Christmas.