Girls Day Out

One of the benefits to moving back to Hawaii 2 ½ years ago is that I hang out with people that I’ve known half my life. Growing up as an Army brat, it was just something I never thought would actually happen. So, I really love it when I get to meet up with two girlfriends, Ana and Denise, with whom I worked at the movie theatres in high school and college breaks. Ana is the one I the middle, and I call her “ay-na” as in her being so “anal” about things needing to be done in a specific way (yes, even more so than me, so shut up!). Denise is “Squirt” to me, as she’s only 5 feet and weighs like 90 lbs. or something like that. Now, their name for me, and it’s oh, it’s so sexy, I tell you. They call me either Bucca or Bux. You know…Becky turned to Bucky that turned to Bux, while Bucca is Becca on crack.

Ana and Denise are my personal versions of Sex in the City, as there doesn’t seem to be any topic that is taboo, and the frankness is on par with how they were on the show. You’re probably wondering who is who? Ana is like Samantha, not in that she’s a whore, but she can be that vulgar. When I first told Ana that, she said “I’m not that bad,” until I quickly reminded her of some of the things she’s said that even shock men. And even bartenders at that. Denise has always been the man-attracter. She’s got that cute Asian-doll-thing going on (which is a big thing in Hawaii) and she’s cool as shit, so you can’t hate her for it. She’s also into shoes, so she is definitely the Carrie. Who am I? The cynic, the one that stands in the background making sarcastic comments… Miranda. Keep the gasps of surprise to yourself, k?

This is a pretty typical exchange whenever we’re at a restaurant or bar:

Waiter walking us through the kitchen (it was Buca Di Beppa)
Waiter trying to check the sections posted on the wall in the waiter hole, and asks us “which section do I have?”
Becky (closest to it): Uh, dude, I don’t even know your name, how would I know?
Waiter goes into waiter hole and then starts this conversation with the other two guys over who’s going to wait on us. It’s going back and forth, as we just stand there like jackasses in the hallway.
Becky: Hey, are y’all fighting in there over us in there?
Ana pipes in: Cause we like it.

So, after a good meal and conversation about our latest man situations, family problems and general frustrations with the world, we go to see Hitch. It’s actually pretty funny, and though it oozes cheese at the end, it’s not enough to ruin the rest of the flick. I did, however, like this one quote Will Smith said in the beginning:

“Life is not about how many breaths you take, but how many things take your breath away.”

Back to us. We go shoe shopping at Nordstrom’s afterward because Ana and Denise are total shopaholics and I’ve got some time to waste, and as we’re browsing, Ana informs me that Denise is checking out some Barbie shoes. I went over there and she couldn’t have said a better description. I asked Denise what in the world she would wear those shoes to and she said “oh to go out or work.” Work? I’m all about the comfort, whether it be flip-flops, hiking boots or sneaks.

There was a problem. The shoe (which I couldn’t even get my clod-hoppers into b/c they’re like a five and I’m a nine) was the only one in that size and it was the display shoe, so it was kind of dirty. I suggested that she ask for a discount b/c, after all, she’d get them dirty as soon as she walked in them the first time. The sales guy is gone FOREVER.

Becky: Hey, what the hell is this guy’s problem? He’s been gone way too long to just be cleaning the shoe. I bet he’s totally sniffing it and licking it, like a foot freak.
Ana: Yeah, just like that Sex in the City episode where Charlotte gets those free shoes for the guy touching her feet.
Becky: He’s probably back there with the security camera trying to get a picture of Denise with the shoes on. Hey, this is a good blog idea. Squirt, let me take a pic of the shoe that’s still here on your foot, and I’ll post this.
Denise: Uh… I don’t know.
Becky: Oh come on, it’s just your foot. Besides, maybe there’s actually a normal guy who's a foot fan that reads my site that you can hook up with?
Denise: Well, I guess since no one will know who I am…
Becky: Oh no, they’ll know who you are. I’m posting the pic of the three of us above it. It’s only fair they get an idea of what’s on top, too, right?


Becky: Damn, this guy has been gone so long; I bet he’s actually jerking off to this shoe. But, I need to go -- I have to go meet Stacy at the Royal Hawaiian.
Ana: Yeah, you better go. But, we’ll be sure to tell you if the shoe comes back wet.

I love my girls.