Things only women understand

I went to dinner tonight with LabKat and it was a nice, relaxing and all-too-short outing for the two of us. Party animals that we are *note the sarcasm* we met up at Olive Garden. She had a couple of sangrias and I had a pair of bellinis. I can't remember what we ate. Did we eat? Yeah, I think we did in between talking and drinking. :)

We dished, caught up and just had a good time. Then, we followed our time honored tradition of heading over to Barnes and Noble for a cup of Starbuck's coffee and our jaunt through the bookstore. We typically peruse the sections until we find something that catches our eye. Tonight, it was dream interpretation and "how it feels when XYZ happens." The dream interpretation one was especially good as we tried to discover what it meant when she had a dream about a giant spider coming out of the ceiling and landing in her bed. For me, it was a dream I had as a girl about the devil living on my bedroom ceiling. Amusing stories followed with lots of loud giggles. Then, I found the book about how it feels and it had everything in there from how it feels to get bitten by a shark to saving someone's live on your wedding day. Pitiful, awful writing. Awful, awful, laughable writing. On the back cover, it said XYZ author is a journalist. (I weep for that publication) and she has had four children by casearean section. Wha? Why is that pertinent to anything? So, when you've had four babies cut out of you, it somehow dims your intellect at writing? I mean, seriously. I think my favorite "how it feels" story was the one titled "How it feels to choke to death on a cheeseburger." I'm looking at this title and wondering if someone gave an interview from the grave, since choking to death implies that you actually died. Turns out the douchebag was clinically brain dead for 10 minutes or something and revived and in a coma for a couple of days.

Anyway. It was a good time.

I picked up The Bourne Identity to read once I finish my Harry Potter re-read. I also grabbed "511 Things only Women Understand." I think this book will create many fine blog posts. I contemplated posting each one every day. That gives me something to do for the next year and a half. Then, I read the first one and wanted to punch the author: The alarming difference between 120 and 121 pounds. Uh, ok. This might have been pertinent when I was 18 and weighed 118 pounds. I haven't seen that weight since 1989, thank you very much. Not a lot of sympathy for the 121-pound gal.

But, the next one was good: Only a woman understands why we're allowed to have guy friends, but he's not allowed to have women friends.

That one makes perfect sense to me. I know what I have and no one else can have him. If they got to know him, they might want him and I can't let that happen. :)