The 5th girl of Sex in the City
The other day speaking to my work husband over lunch, I told him about this chemical peel I was getting or was supposed to be getting but had gone to San Francisco instead and had to postpone and then I got home a day late and had to cancel and push till the next week. I was also telling him about my dating adventures and a new pair of shoes I had just bought in New York. And he looked at me and said with a piece of turkey sandwich still in his mouth, “What are you? The fifth girl of Sex in the City?”
Very funny, I said, and handed him a napkin.
I say this again, I’m more Ab Fab than Sex in the City, I never was a voracious dater like those girls, I was a marrier. Meanwhile, the chemical peel has taken me from looking like Glenda the Good Witch all the way to the Wicked Witch of the West. Hopefully, Dorothy comes next. Hard to say. But it sure has been a damper on my social life – can’t make the Voodoo on the Bayou, or the Voodoo Fest, or the Crime Walk, or other things that I would love to be doing rather than holing up in my house like a recluse. But all my girls have said they’ll come by to check on me.