February 22, 2007

A sea of estrogen

Don’t expect to hear the pearl shaped tones of Boudicca’s voice tonight, or for the next few days. Boudicca, the Queen of Icene, and Morrigan, goddess of battle, strife, and fertility, together with their Mother, Hubba Hubba, are tonight swimming gleefully in an ocean of estrogen, having rendezvoused in Atlanta to attend to Morrigan’s pre-nuptial rituals. Joined by one of Morrigan’s ex-FSU roommates, a fine looking Tallahassee woman cop, my best guess is that they’ll drink wine and laugh long into the night, poking fun at their men and “man-to-be”, who incidentally grabbed his sticks and flew to Frisco for a weekend of golf with his buds.

I dropped Hubba at the front entrance to the Pensacola airport this morning, watched as she pulled a HUGE suitcase behind her, carrying a large carry-on bag and an enormous purse into the terminal. As the terminal door swooshed shut behind her, I peeled away from the airport and made haste back home, where I opened the doors to my woodshop and set up my lathe for some serious man-work during the upcoming weekend. Hubba called and reported feet dry in the inner city of Atlanta, and I set about putting away the staples I had bought at the grocery store on the way home: bacon, peanut butter, Guinness and a few good cigars.

As the sun began to set on an absolutely beautiful day in the South, I was at a quandary as to what to prepare myself for supper. I solved the problem by dropping in at the Goat Lips Deli and Dinner House, a long awaited visit I had been promising myself. Tolucca Nole and I will revisit it when he arrives for Morrigan’s wedding.

The sun is down, the temperature is dropping, and when it’s time to tuck myself into the great bed.… alone, I’ll shed a wee tear knowing my soft, curvy Hubba Hubba is not here to keep me warm.
TGOO

Posted by TGOO at February 22, 2007 10:35 PM | TrackBack
Comments

"bacon, peanut butter, Guinness and a few good cigars."

Substitute pizza for the Ceegars, and that sounds a hell of a lot like my shopping list.

Posted by: That 1 Guy at February 23, 2007 01:28 AM

Glad to know they are all together.

Posted by: vw bug at February 23, 2007 06:36 AM

We gals need estrogen time now and again.

Posted by: oddybobo at February 23, 2007 07:56 AM

Dear TGOO, just to let you know...I attended the festivities yesterday and had a great swim with all your ladies. They all looked amazing and we had a blast. The photos will speak for themselves(will forward you a select few once downloaded). Hope you are coping well without your Hubba. :-)

Posted by: pfb at February 25, 2007 08:29 AM

Who is said cop in Tenn? Bathe her and send her to my tent!

Posted by: Cappy at February 25, 2007 05:41 PM

Ahhhh yes, the testosterone free zone!! Heh heh heh! Just wait until Mom comes home. She has some GREAT stories.

The only men we really talked to all weekend were the men who stopped by our table at the pub to comment on Morrigan's 'sippy cup'. One guy took a picture. Another offered to strip for us. None of them seemed intimidated by the size of the sippy cup either... interesting.

Posted by: Bou at February 26, 2007 07:07 AM