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something’s on your mind, let’s hear it.”
    I hesitated, “Well, I’m invited to a wedding next weekend, and it’s really nice you know— ceremony at Trinity Chapel and reception at the San Antonio Country Club. Everyone will be there and I don’t want to go alone.”
    “So, take a date, that cell phone of yours never stops ringing. What’s the problem?”
    “I don’t know who to take. I can’t take Jackson into that old school Alamo Heights crowd, you know how he gets.”
    She gave me a look and said, “Correct sweetie, Jackson does not belong at the Country Club or in any other part of polite society and he sure as hell doesn’t belong with you anymore. Come on, there’s got to be someone, you have to give those snobs something to talk about, take the hottest man you know.”
    “Well, there is one guy, I told you about him, remember, really tall and blond?”
    “I thought you said he was really blond, like empty-headed, as in, the light is on but no one is home .”
    “You know, sometimes you’re just mean! Besides, I might have misjudged him,” I admitted, sipping the ghastly drink and stubbing out the even more disgusting cigarette.
    “So call him, it’s just one date,” she said, pouring herself another glass of that horrible juice-potion. “Take a chance.”
    Take a chance, that’s what John Foster had said .
    I called and got his voice mail. “Hi John, this is Cate Stuart, we met through Myles. I’m invited to a wedding next weekend and I wondered if you’d like to go… with me. It might be fun… well, probably not it’s most likely going to be a huge bore, but if you want to go give me a call, and… it could be fun, maybe, well, let me know, bye.” Good Lord, was I rambling or what ?
    He returned my call right away, Emily and I were at the pool and my cell phone was in the hotel room so he left a message.
    “Hey Cate, alright! Sounds cool and I can’t think of a classier or more beautiful gal to hang with. Count me in.”
    Ugh . I let Emily listen to the message; she knew very well how I hated being referred to as a “gal” by anyone who wasn’t my father. When my dad called me “gal” it was a term of endearment, but from anyone else it sounded derogatory.
    Emily’s eyes twinkled and I could see how much she was enjoying my irritation.
    “Okay, you’re right, he’s not too bright, but hey, at least he looks good!” She said and cracked herself up to no end.
    So that was that, it was a done deal, although I wasn’t sure how I felt about it or why I’d sounded like a school girl asking a boy to the prom.
    Emily and I had a blast for the rest of our trip, we exercised and exfoliated and shopped. We ate ‘too good to be good for you’ meals and drank more bizarre drinks, some with alcohol and some with roots and bark or some shit. We had a great time as usual and I bought an amazing dress for the wedding. All in all, a perfect trip.
    Rob met us at the airport, “ Los Barrios or Soluna ?” he asked as he loaded our luggage in the car.
    We both said in unison, “ Los Barrios .”
    “God, I can use some greasy Tex-Mex after all that healthy food.” Emily said.
    “Excuse me, Miss Tree Hugger USA! That healthy mess was your idea and you certainly cleaned your plate at every meal like somebody was going to take it away from you. I don’t care where we go next year, but everything better be cooked in lard.” I said, rolling my eyes since she’d been the one to insist on the spa as opposed to a gastronomic tour of the California wine country.
    “Amen, sister!” She said as the three of us settled around a table at the restaurant and didn’t bother opening the menus.
    We ordered our favorite food and a pitcher of Margaritas and dove into the chips and salsa with absolute gusto.
    “Well now, I hear you’ve dumped little boy blue and have a date with some big, blond hunk.” Rob said, in his normal, obnoxious, brotherly fashion, ready to give me the third degree.
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