Friday, October 9, 2009

Here Fishy, Fishy, Fishy

My bestest friend ever (the one I've known for 17 years now, and known from now on as Whirly Bird) came in to town early Tuesday morning. WAY early. 4 a.m. early. She and her boyfriend slept on the inflatables out in the living room while I went back to bed and got some more sleep. Later that day I had to run an errand so they went to the Museum of Science and Industry, to see the U-505. It rained. Of course it rained. In spite of the rain a good time was had by all and we spent much time after errands and nazi u-boats sitting around talking.
Whirly Bird gets her name from the fact that she teaches pole dancing classes (therefor she "whirls" around the pole). Also she and I are actually veeeerrrrrryy distantly related. She is the most fun, thoughtful, and caring person I think I know. She knows more about me than anyone on the planet. Thankfully, she did not share all that knowledge with my movie friend (who we will now refer to as Rooster). At least not the embarrassing stuff.
Wednesday morning we got up and went out into the city. We stopped at La Perla (just to browse) and decided that, at best, we could afford maybe half a bra. A bra and panty set there costs more than some mortgages! And no, I am not exaggerating! From there it was through Millennium Park and up the lake path to Navy Pier. After lunch we walked around the outside of Navy Pier, the weather cooperated and it was lovely. Now, when we were walking on the north side of the pier, Whirly Bird's boyfriend and I were talking and she was pretty quiet... until.... WB's boyfriend saw the splash of a large fish and commented on it. I , of course, missed it entirely. All of the sudden, we hear this quiet little voice say "Here, fishy, fishy, fishy, fishy!" There was a moment of silence while we processed what we had just heard. We laughed so hard we nearly fell in the water! Whirly Bird is like that, you never really know what she might say. Or do. And that is one of the many reasons I love hanging out with her!
That night we all went out for mexican food and that was when she and her boyfriend met Rooster. Rooster and Whirly Bird's boyfriend got along great which is good because Whirly Bird is hosting myself and Rooster over Halloween later this month, back in St. Louis. I can't wait!

--Little Bird plays hostess


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Little Bird said...

I have no idea what that is supposed to mean. I'm not entirely sure I care either.

Judy said...

I'm very glad you had such a nice time! And "rooster" - - I love that nickname!

Have you tried making butter yet? I actually picked up a quart of heavy cream yesterday to try again. Even though butter is on sale this week....oh, well!

Little Bird said...

No butter yet, the folks are in New Mexico right now. I'll wait to try that kitchen fun with Mama Bird. Some time in the next week or so, I have to find a recipe for beef wellington. I'm sure I can find it, I'm just not so sure how well it will turn out.

Anonymous said...

"Here Fishy, Fishy, Fishy" is what I say when I go fishing. I put my finger on the line (after the cast) and say it. I swear it works. It really, really works!