The Bird Babe
I also let Jae know that last night I was at a very hot Giants game (ok, so the Giants crushed the Marlins who were playing very badly - but the Giants hit up and down the batting order - and kept hitting the ball to the sweet spot - between second and third - yet closer to second - and too far out for the shortstop to field and too close for the center and left fielders to come into play quickly enough - yeah - sweet as can be) and partying quite a bit with the young men in the row behind mine and my baseball buddy's seats. The young men were adorable too and though they were rowdy and loud, they never once swore. Amazing. I tell Jae all this on her message machine. She will be so annoyed at me for using up her tape. Haha!
Jae calls me back and tells me that clearly, my new, beautifully-fitting, lacy, sexy, 36 double-d bras have affected my attitude - gone to my head. She is so smug. I know she is taking the credit for my good time. What a brat!
And she also chastizes me.
She has read my most recent blog posts - most especially the backwards party journal.
She objects strenuously to the adjective, "middle-aged" which apparently I should not have used.
"Well then," I say, "what are you?"
"I'm a babe."
"Well - I'm a 36 double-d, so if you're a babe, I must be too."
"Damn straight, girl. Don't forget it!"
I am now Bird Babe. Wait, make that MASTER BIRD BABE.