December 20, 2007

As I Dash Past with a Bucket of Ribbon and a Ham

I am drowning in Christmas – but I wanted to remind you that next year (GAH! ALREADY) which is also next month, on January 25th - 27th, my mom and I are going to go to the Kiawah Island Golf Resort (it’s near Charleston) for their Annual Women’s Escape Weekend. My friend Cassandra King
was the guest author last year, and she said they are a WILD BUNCH ---she had all kinds of fun.

I’m going to be speaking, and mom and I are ALSO going to take the seminar on HOW TO BEAT MEN AT POOL (watch out Scott, ya stinkin’ SHARK) and taking the seminar with the nutritionist, who will replace lolcats as my diet guru. It’s especially cool that I can listen to her and simultaneously IGNORE the advice she is giving by drinking champers all through her talk, then I will go do slightly tipsy yoga, or, more likely, bake in the sauna. *grin* You come, too.

DIGRESSION: Scott IS a shark, too. TOTAL shark. In college, he had one of those pool cues that SCREWS together, and he would go to bar tourneys looking innocuous and Saint Scoot-like, tattoo free, his hair innocent of grease and even combed, and then he would clean house.

Posted by joshilyn at December 20, 2007 5:19 PM
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I *SO* wish I could go and tote along some gal pals! That sounds like so much fun, but alas, I have to go to Madrid that weekend. For work, mind you, so it's not nearly as fun as it sounds (though I imagine I'll be able to sneak in a teeny bit of fun while I'm there...)

Posted by: JenA at December 20, 2007 9:24 PM

Speaking as someone who once drank my way through a honkin' big pina colada while touring a spa (on a cruise ship..and I did, in fact, get a pointed look from the tour guide when she was mentioning some kind of treatment to sweat out toxins...I smiled sweetly and took a big rummy slug from my drink) I heartily approve of the drinking through the diet guru's talk plan. :-)

The Scott (aka Saint Scoot...heh) story makes me want to sing "You Don't Mess Around With Jim." Although it actually makes me want to sing "you don't mess around with Scott" which would mean I'd have to come up with a bunch of new rhymes, like "you don't spit into the pot" or "you don't forget your i's to dot" which could be fun or annoying, or both. I'm guessing fun for me, annoying for everyone else.

I need more coffee now.

Posted by: DebR at December 21, 2007 6:28 AM

I thought that in a game of pool with a man, you inform them that you aren't wearing panties. I use Jennifer Crusie's books as my info source, specifically Manhunting and Welcome to Temptation. Of course my ass is so big and I play pool so badly, that I don't think I have any advantage at all.

Posted by: hollygee at December 21, 2007 8:23 AM

Does that seminar involve low cut shirts and high cut skirts?

Posted by: Heather Cook at December 21, 2007 10:14 AM

Which is why he has to read Something Rising, Light and Swift -- or at least the climactic pool showdown.

Posted by: rams at December 21, 2007 11:39 AM