Sue Cook
Some people tell me I am hard to get to know. I am not hard to get to know I just like to observe my surroundings then judge you like the horrible person I am! I guess it works for me because I really do have the best friends. Once you are truly my friend it is for life. It's true what they say, if you can count your friends on one hand you are lucky. I am lucky.
My oldest friend came to visit me from California last week. We have been friends since 6th grade. Why is it so many years can go by and you can still laugh at the same things. She was my partner in crime, the instigator (that's my side of the story) and I would do it all over again if I could. Well maybe not all of it. We both had older sisters that were total bitches. They would make us sit on the floor board in the back seat if they ever took us anywhere. Sue (she is also Sue) said, "Well we were the little sisters, so its understandable". Bullshit we were ten times cooler than they would ever be. Well we certainly became cooler when we didn't have to sit on the floor board anymore. Anyway I am very blessed to have such a great friend and will always cherish our friendship.
Laguna Beach just a few years later. We are much more mature, well maybe not much more.
The Little Shits
On this particular trip to Perdido Key, Florida we were having a great time as usual. Channa and her friends decided to go out one night to the Florabama Bar. Now if you don't know about the Florabama, it's a bar where, say the bride and groom are in bikinis doing shots on their heads. You never know what your going to see there. Anyway they left and I told them to call me when they needed a ride home. I of course would be sleeping. My phone rings about 1:30 - 2:00 and its Brittany with her fake cry, "We got arrested." I didn't believe a word she was saying until...she said, "No really, look out the window!" So I get up look out the window and there is a cop car with lights flashing away. I of course get 50 gray hairs, then a man voice gets on the phone. "Mam they are alright, I just gave them a ride home" So Sheriff Scott (who's their age) thinks it's as funny as they did. I had a photo but unfortunately couldn't find it. Hence the title, "The Little Shits!"
What made me happy when Sue was here is we had a chance to do a happy hour with some of my besties. We laughed and drank until midnight. I am usually in bed by 8 or 9 with the Shit Ass Disease, so you know we were having a good time. Of course these bitches were making fun of me and my pronunciations of words. I will screw up the pronunciation of "the" if given the chance. I asked my daughter one time if she wanted some "Havart-tay" cheese. Of course I now know that it is pronounced Har-var-ti, and that it is in 1952 Havarti cheese was named after the Havarthigaard in Ovrod, north of Copenhagen, where the owner Hanne Nelson had developed modern cheesemaking in Danish agriculture during the last half of the 19 century. So shut up and eat some Havar-T Channa! Then Amy and Darla have to pipe in and make fun of me for saying PITcher instead of PICture. Well I learned my lesson from now on I will say, "I need to hang that PICture" over here or Darla and Amy shove that PICture up your asses. I'm not bitter. I'm a very good sport! But that is what makes friends, friends you can give each other shit and it just gets funnier. One night we (not mentioning any names) went to a happy hour and it ended up being lesbian night. Not that I have anything against lesbians but probably wouldn't have picked that place on that night. Anyway the lesbians were hitting on one of us (you know who you are). So we of course we will not let her forget it. It really became brutal until she finally said, "Don't be jealous I'm beautiful". So she may or may not swing both ways but, (you know who you are) they weren't hitting on me or anyone else we were with...just saying.
So those of you whom are blessed to have friends like I do, happy hour away, make fun of each other and whatever you do hang that PICture in the right spot.
Cheers,
Sue "CiCi" Cook
Sue on the left, me on the right. If you only knew the trouble we were gettng and going to get into. Nice hair!
The Little Shits
Brittany, Melissa, Me, Channa and Katy
On this particular trip to Perdido Key, Florida we were having a great time as usual. Channa and her friends decided to go out one night to the Florabama Bar. Now if you don't know about the Florabama, it's a bar where, say the bride and groom are in bikinis doing shots on their heads. You never know what your going to see there. Anyway they left and I told them to call me when they needed a ride home. I of course would be sleeping. My phone rings about 1:30 - 2:00 and its Brittany with her fake cry, "We got arrested." I didn't believe a word she was saying until...she said, "No really, look out the window!" So I get up look out the window and there is a cop car with lights flashing away. I of course get 50 gray hairs, then a man voice gets on the phone. "Mam they are alright, I just gave them a ride home" So Sheriff Scott (who's their age) thinks it's as funny as they did. I had a photo but unfortunately couldn't find it. Hence the title, "The Little Shits!"
Katy squeezing a penis cloud. Love the look on her face.
What made me happy when Sue was here is we had a chance to do a happy hour with some of my besties. We laughed and drank until midnight. I am usually in bed by 8 or 9 with the Shit Ass Disease, so you know we were having a good time. Of course these bitches were making fun of me and my pronunciations of words. I will screw up the pronunciation of "the" if given the chance. I asked my daughter one time if she wanted some "Havart-tay" cheese. Of course I now know that it is pronounced Har-var-ti, and that it is in 1952 Havarti cheese was named after the Havarthigaard in Ovrod, north of Copenhagen, where the owner Hanne Nelson had developed modern cheesemaking in Danish agriculture during the last half of the 19 century. So shut up and eat some Havar-T Channa! Then Amy and Darla have to pipe in and make fun of me for saying PITcher instead of PICture. Well I learned my lesson from now on I will say, "I need to hang that PICture" over here or Darla and Amy shove that PICture up your asses. I'm not bitter. I'm a very good sport! But that is what makes friends, friends you can give each other shit and it just gets funnier. One night we (not mentioning any names) went to a happy hour and it ended up being lesbian night. Not that I have anything against lesbians but probably wouldn't have picked that place on that night. Anyway the lesbians were hitting on one of us (you know who you are). So we of course we will not let her forget it. It really became brutal until she finally said, "Don't be jealous I'm beautiful". So she may or may not swing both ways but, (you know who you are) they weren't hitting on me or anyone else we were with...just saying.
Happy Hour at Mi Cocina. Very entertaining night. Thank you Amy and Laura.
Happy Hour and Mexican Sugar.
So those of you whom are blessed to have friends like I do, happy hour away, make fun of each other and whatever you do hang that PICture in the right spot.
Cheers,
Sue "CiCi" Cook
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