Going Native...

So the terminology of "going native" doesn't sound politically correct does it?
But if someone says that in reference to whether to wax or not wax... doesn't it really just fully explain your preference?

So begins the "Tales of the Sisterhood" or "The Sisterhood Adventures" since they wouldn't let me use the name I wanted for this blog...

Imagine sitting in an all night diner (the greasy kind) where the drunk at the next table keeps going outside for a smoke (thank God he went outside cause I remember a time when the diner allowed you to smoke INSIDE and it was GROSS!!!)... oh sorry that was my outside voice...

Where was I?? Oh yeah the drunk... well the drunk from the next table over keeps going outside to smoke and while outside he wanders around the side of the building and then peers in through the window at us... making faces and examining what we were eating...
Needless to say he totally disrupted our intense conversation about whether to wax or not wax...

Then because we were laughing and enjoying ourselves waaaaay too much...
(In fact Bubble laughed so hard she was getting a headache but that's a side note...) that he actually left his companion (uh huh) and plops himself down beside me on the bench seat.
When I commented that he was sitting on my purse he said "I know".

Then because he was beyond curious about our laughter (why is it that 4 women can't sit and enjoy themselves without someone thinking we're drinking??), he kept asking "whatcha laughing about??" When I asked him what he had been up to that night and he said he had been at Captain's Cabin and had been singing... I said, "Oh that's what that noise was".
He then called me a "smart mouthed punk" and wanted to know how old I was.

Now my first reaction was to respond with, "hey dude, you're the one that plopped yourself down in the middle of our waxing conversation" but I refrained because I wasn't really trying to encourage him.

Finally he left and we resumed our captivating conversation... Brazilian vs. Going Native all the while we paid, and then started driving home.

When Super G commented that, "Going Native was the main reason she wore extra large underwear".... I (Miss Moody) almost drove off the road...
Now I have a headache from laughing too hard!!!

As if the Waxing vs Going Native conversation was bad enough... somehow... and could someone PLEASE tell me WHY the conversation always ends up referring to our flatulence issues??

And WHY does Super G think that she smells like roses?

Lola is convinced that someone brainwashed her into thinking that... cause she's complaining that she always gets stuck in the back seat with Super G and she's threatening strike action! Lola politely but firmly advised that she doesn't want to share the back seat with Super G anymore and Bubbles offered to switch seats...
Then Super G says "I'll take the front seat!!"
Bubble and Lola thought this was a great idea... and I was all for it... then I thought about it for a minute...
"HEYYYYYYY!!!! Then she'd be sitting next to me!!!!"
We were all laughing so hard that we almost woke up our neighbourhood when we arrived home.

Another successful Sisterhood outing... watching the movie "It's Complicated", snacking and laughing at Rocko's Diner and of course the "waxing vs. going native" conversation.

Doesn't get much better than this....