However, Sister Mynd has unique ideas when it comes to girls' weekends. For example, last time I went to her house for a girls weekend, we stripped wallpaper off nearly every wall on the first floor of the house. It may not sound like it, but it was actually fun. The sisters tried to talk me into get a tattoo. They are both inked and I am inkless. Needles are scary! Sister Mynd graciously agreed to taking turns plugging our iPods into the sound system, so I even got to listen to my music for a big chunk of the wallpaper stripping process. They're a little bit country, I'm a little bit rock n' roll. We talked about boys from our past and men from our present. Sister Mynd has a unique marital situation that while foreign to me is also incredibly interesting to hear about.
Once we'd all had an excellent upper body workout, we got cleaned up and strolled down to the local pub for adult beverages. There I learned that I didn't have sufficient hand eye coordination to win at the fooseball table, even though I was drinking soda and everybody else was imbibing. There's a reason I was always picked last when kids were choosing teams for sports. Uncoordinated doesn't even begin to describe the slowness of my reaction time when trying to turn and slide multiple handles simultaneously.
The next morning, we went out for breakfast. I'm not actually sure if Sister Mynd cooks. I spent two whole days at her house and we ate out for every meal. The restaurant we ate at, while supposedly a local gem, thought that it was okay to charge locals one rate during the week and charge the beach crowd a higher rate on the weekends. I was so incensed about the injustice of this practice that I snapped a shot of the menu with my camera.
|Why does the day of the week effect the price of scrambled eggs?|
This time, we will be painting the walls we stripped on my last visit. Yes, it was months ago that we stripped the wallpaper, but Sister Mynd moves at her own pace with labor intensive home repairs. I am sure there will once again be talk of getting me inked ("How about just a tiny dot so you can say you got tattooed, but no one would be able to really see it?") and a discussion of boys past and men present. I'm also pretty sure there will be lots of laughing, some drinking, and a little paintbrush fighting. Not to mention an untimely defeat at the fooseball table. It should be a great weekend!