S.O.

I'm looking forward to tonight. My friend, S.O., is moving to San Fran this week, and tonight "the four of us" are getting together one last time. At her request, it's "just us" and some white wine in Dounohuiam's home.

My Ruby Haired Princess is picking up some champagne for herself, Dou is getting some Corona, and I've bought two bottles of chardonnay. I'm going a bit early, and Dou and I will run back up to the Kroger by her house and pick up supper. We're going to do a stove top version of the bbq joints little appetizer platters - sausages and such with cheese, and a skrimp platter.

S.O. and I met about six years back, when she was hired to work as a marketing manager at a casino where I was employed in player development. (To a non-casino person, the closest related job in the non-casino world is a hotel concierge, but with more emphasis on butt-kissing). S.O. is just beautiful, inside and out. Too funny for words, very intelligent and business-strong, with a beauty that can only come from mixed heritage. Half Korean, half black - they just don't make white girls like that.

S.O. got herself a fancy schmancy job out in Cali, and is following her boyfriend out there. They talked about it before he interviewed for his job, and so many things have fallen in place making the move easy, that it just seems right. Plus he's got the cutest butt, I just can't blame her for following him. Just this great bubble butt, just great. Her two chirren have been there and are looking forward to the move. She's called "my friend Vic" who is a local yard sale guy, he's come and bought up all the excess furniture, and the house is up for sale and she's pulling out in a few mornings.

So, since it is happening and nothing I can do to stop it anyway, I might as well look forward to tonight.