It was 5pm on a Thursday evening, when I received the phone call I had been anxiously awaiting all day. It was my dear friend Nicky, from the blog, We Work For Cheese. She had arrived in New Jersey. She spent the day driving all the way down from ‘Even More Canada’ for eight hours straight…just to meet me!
* And here’s how her road trip worked out: Part One. Part Two.
From the minute we met, we squealed like two 14-year-old girls having their first slumber party. We jumped up and down, hugging each other, filled with excitement.
Of course, the first place I had to take Nicky was to my infamous Country Club. Often referred to as KHCC. Because anyone who knows me, knows I spend most of my time there. And anyone who knows me, also knows of my best friend, Amy The Bartender. And you can’t come visit Meleah without going to KHCC to hang out with ATB.
And you can’t come to KHCC to hang out with ATB without enjoying the very bestest Bacon, Cheddar, CheeseBurgers [with all the fixin’s – including chipotle mayo].
And….
You can’t come to KHCC, to hang with my BFF ATB, while enjoying a BCCB, without a celebrity sighting.
We spent the evening sipping on Grey Goose, laughing, chatting, and checking Facebook, laughing, chatting, and checking Facebook, and laughing and chatting. I didn’t want the night to come to an end. I felt like I had connected with my long-lost-sister. Sadly, before I could say “supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” it was time to take Nicky back to the hotel. The very hotel she had difficulty finding.
The next morning, I sprung out of bed with a skip in my step and massive smile plastered on my face. I was totally-super-excited. Nicky would be spending the WHOLE day/night with me. Only, I wasn’t exactly sure WHAT we should do. Or, WHERE I should take her. Because as most of you already know, I do NOT leave the 4 square miles that surround my house. And, I am not exactly used to hosting and/or entertaining other people.
As I got ready to pick her up from the hotel I racked my brain for ideas. And just when I was beginning to feel like ‘The World’s Worst And Most Boring Host’ – I suddenly remembered it was the 1st Friday of the month. Why is that so special, you ask? Well, because it’s the ONLY day of the month wherein another Country Club has what’s called ‘Disco Night’.
Ah yes.
What could be better than getting dressed up – to go out dancing?
NOTHING!
And…
Bonus?
The place holding the event was located WITHIN the 4 square miles that surround my house!
Much to my surprise, some of my friends from KHCC were more than willing to join us. In fact, they were totally and completely shocked to find that I was actually willing to put away my computer, leave my barstool in the corner, and try something new. And hand to god, had it not been for Nicky, I never would have even considered going.
Once our hands were stamped, I felt like I was transported back in time, to my twenties.
Without a care in the world, Nicky and I danced, and danced, and sang all of the glorious songs of the 70’s – on the top of our lungs.
I even pretended to dance like Elaine Benes from Seinfeld.
Complete with little kicks, pointed thumbs, and head thrashing!
We practically stayed until the place closed down, before heading to the local diner for some gravy fries, smothered in cheese, otherwise known as “poutine”.
Honest to blog, I don’t remember the last time I’ve had this much fun! I was sad to see Nicky leave the following morning. But I will be eternally grateful for these memories. I am so blessed call her my friend, and to have finally met her in Real Life.
Hopefully, the next time we can get together, I’ll make the trip to Canada!
How cool is this! So glad you had so much fun and I LOVE all the photos. Fabulous that you guys got to meet each other finally 🙂 w00t!
Wo00000ot. Indeed!
As a fellow Seinfeld connoisseur, I applaud your Elaine Benes dance. 🙂
I’m glad you had such an awesome time! I think I gained ten pounds just by looking at the picture of those fries… although they look delicious.
🙂
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