Two Blondes, One City, Lots of Trouble

Two blondes, one map, only 75 miles to our destination, the capitol of our state.

You are looking at a recipe for disaster.

Did we miss our exit? Yep.

Did we try to get off of the next exit and backtrack, only to find that the bypass we needed was not accessible from that exit? Yep.

Did we go 30 miles out of our way? Yep.

But did we find it anyway? Oh, yes, we did. And really, those 30 miles just gave us more time to talk and laugh and generally have fun. Why is it when you're lost with your husband, it almost always leads to a fight, but when you get lost with a girlfriend, it's just funny?

The mall we went to is called Easton Mall in Columbus. It is like its own city. Our first stop was lunch (it was after 2pm by this time, and we were starving!). This Mitchell's Ocean Club looked yummy, so we posed for pictures before we went it and smudged our lipstick. Don't we look fine?

We were going to ask some random stranger to take one of us together, but no one was around.

Hmm, that seemed strange.

Maybe because the restaurant was CLOSED.

Yep, we smiled and posed and clicked away, thinking of telling the story of our wonderful lunch on our blogs.

Can you say "dumb blondes"?

So, we mosied down to the California Pizza Kitchen and had a lovely lunch of tortilla soup, southwestern egg rolls, and ...shrimp scampi pizza. Okay, we ordered the pizza first, before we decided on our appetizers. Helpful hint: don't mix "southwest" with "scampi pizza". Ever. Come to think of it, shrimp on a pizza is never a good idea, in my IBS opinion.

Our waitress was sweet enough to bring me a hot fudge sundae for my birthday, complete with a candle. No singing, thank God, but she did tell us good things about the Shadowbox Cabaret, a SNL-like comedy show we were planning on seeing that night.

The mall was a mix of inside and open-air shops. Trolleys, phonebooths, and bricked streets were everywhere.

Becky and I decided to pretend we were in the market for cocktail dresses at Nordstrom's. I'm sure the salesladies were onto us when we pulled out our cameras and started posing in the dressing room...

This girl is smokin' hot! Must be all those muscle max classes we've been (skipping).

So, one of the things I most wanted to do was try on a pair of Lucky brand jeans. They're all the rage, you know, and I just knew that when I put them on, I would instantly look like a supermodel, or at least the size 8 that I used to be. I mean, for $129 a pair, they should perform liposuction, right?

Let me just say that I couldn't even get the size 8 pair over my damn hips. And they did not look flattering, nope, not even the pair that the size 0 salesgirl handpicked for my "figure". Old Navy, you have no competition here.

Can you believe we went into no less than twenty or thirty different stores and didn't buy a thing?! And we still had a great time?! Window shopping with your BFF is simply divine, that's all I'm sayin'.

After walking off our lunch, we decided to plop down at Barnes and Noble and sip a pumpkin spice latte (water for Becky, she's so good), while looking at some books. I love this picture of Becky:

And this one even more...

How many more days 'til the movie comes out, Lula?

About an hour before the show was to start, we decided to try out Happy Hour at Max & Erma's. We had Pomegranate Twists (well, I sucked down two while Becky sipped one). Yum.

We kicked off our tennis shoes, put on our heels, powdered our noses, and headed over to the Cabaret (which was also in the mall...how convenient!)

We couldn't take any flash photos while the show was going on, but Becky did get this one of me with our waiter/actor. Geez, I've already forgotten his name. (I was a bit buzzed by this point).

Picture a kickin' rock band interspersed with funny skits very similar to SNL, minus the famous people. There was Rosemary's Baby Shower, awesome music, and a final act of a showdown between the Trekkies and the Jedi's. Hysterical.

I have not laughed so hard in a long time. Starting at 12noon, when I picked Becky up, all the way through the day, and up until the time I dropped Becky off at home at 11pm. Seriously, my cheeks hurt from smiling so much and I'm pretty sure I peed my pants at least twice. Catherine, we must have said "it's all good" about a hundred times, thinking of you each time.

Becky, thank you for a great birthday celebration! I can't wait until March, when we can do it again for yours.

Blondes can rock, see?