Let it never be said of this blogger that I run from a challenge, oh hell no. I have an old dear friend, well, a dear friend of long standing, shall we say, since we don’t like to call anyone “old,” especially someone who is handy with power tools and probably knows how to shoot, given her Wild West upbringing. I’ll call her Bridget (Not Her Real Name), not that she reminds me of a Bridget, if I even knew a Bridget, which I don’t. But I already used my favorite fake woman’s name, Maggie.
So Bridget has been away and missed my blog (really now, there is just no excuse for that) for a while. When she returned to the 21st century and started catching up, she e-mailed that as soon as she saw that I was talking “huge ass” that she was wondering when I would get to Little Dix. I’m there, dude.
Bridget (Not Her Real Name) and her husband John (His Real Name, but not the John who I mentioned before by his Real Name) and my husband Rick and I, and another Unnamed Couple were out to a lovely dinner once upon a time. The Unnamed Wife was regaling us with tales of their recent Caribbean vacation at Little Dix Bay, with no detail spared. It was all “Little Dix” this and “Little Dix” that, and she became more animated (and louder) as the stories unwound.
I noticed her husband becoming agitated as she went on (and on and on) until he was finally able to interrupt and urgently admonish her to lower her voice, because he noticed that other diners were starting to look our way, and after all, it wasn’t polite to brag about fancy resorts.
He may have fooled her with that baloney, but I, with my laser-sharp insight into the minds of men, honed by years of torment at the hands of three older brothers, quickly figured out the real problem. It wasn’t that she was talking too loud, and it wasn’t that she was bragging about the trip. It’s just that he didn’t like everyone looking over at him and his wife as she talked on and on about “Little Dix.”
Once we all agreed to call the place “Big Honking Dix,” no problem.
Men are so easy.
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sommerdesigns 03.05.08 at 7:16 am
Thanks - that’s a great wake-up story for 6:15 a.m.! Big honking Dix! HA!
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Brie 03.05.08 at 7:46 am
hee hee and guess what? Now you can officially say you know a Bridget, cuz that’s me
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HellesBelles 03.05.08 at 11:23 am
O I needed that early in the morning and I laughed so hard. I’m even newer at this than you are and I absolutely adore your blog. It make me laugh a LOT
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Kari 03.05.08 at 7:23 pm
You totally crack me up! Thanks for stopping over at my blog. I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to know someone else can get excited about a rickety old doll crib! So glad to find your blog.
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jen 03.05.08 at 9:15 pm
OH that there was a big ass funny story!
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