Page 6 of Country Charm

“So, I might be saying this too soon, but I’m surprised by the prank this year. If you guys have something else up your sleeve that’s worse… could it wait until I feel human again?” I sigh, chomp, chew, and then repeat.

The girls all eye each other and then look back at me.

“What?” I ask with a mouth full of food.

“Nothing, usually you’re not such a wimp,” Mary remarks.

“You didn’t drink half a bar of alcohol last night, little miss Mary.”

Georgie jumps in. “I’m rather impressed by your alcohol consumption, Cass.”

“I’m not a wimp, I can handle whatever you dish. Bring it,” I say proudly.

“What’s the fun in a prank if you know it’s coming?” she argues back. Georgie and Lynn share a look.

“So, there is more?” I point my fork across the table at her.

“Maybe, maybe not.” She shrugs and eats her pansy egg white omelet. She’s on this kick about losing three pounds before her wedding.

Three pounds. I fluctuate more pounds than that in a day.

“Whatever. So, when does Trent’s mom come in?” I ask.

“She comes in next Friday; she wants to see the venue and give it the final approval. Apparently, her future daughter-in-law and her son aren’t capable of picking a spot on our own.” I can see how annoyed she is. Trent is easily the love of her life. But Mary and I both grew up without mothers, so mama’s boys for some reason aren’t our thing.

“I’m sure she will love the spot,” Lynn says with a dreamy sigh. Weddings are definitely her thing. She loves all things romance; I can feel the rainbows joining thesunshine coming out of her ass now. The positive energy is tangible.

Mary and Trent picked a small church about an hour and a half south of the city. It’s in a small town, but the church has so much charm. I haven’t seen it myself yet, but they discovered it over a year ago when they went on a short trip to a bed and breakfast. The pastor couldn’t believe a couple of city kids wanted to use their town’s church for their wedding, and the money Trent offered apparently made the Pastor’s wife cry.

“I hope so; it’s not hoity toity like a lot of the places up here in the city.” She takes a bite and curls her lip a little. I happen to think Mary is beyond cute when she’s mad, and this fact often makes her even more mad.

“Who cares what she thinks? Even if she doesn’t like it, you make enough to foot the bill in the middle of Nowheresville. It’s your day. Trent will see that.” I give her hand a reassuring pat.

I look over at Georgie who is looking at Lynn, who has her face glued to her phone and a smile plastered across her face.

“What’s the hubby up to?” I ask her.

“Huh, who? Oh. He’s with Rose at his mom’s for the weekend.” She doesn’t even look up.

“Did he send you a picture of Rose? You’re smiling an awful lot,” I push.

“Hmmm?” She responds.

I roll my eyes and look back to Georgie. Her eyes are filled with bewilderment.

“So, what’s new with you?” I ask her.

“Honestly not a whole lot. I’m trying to work out, so I look better than you girls in our bridesmaids’ dresses but other than that, it’s the same old same old. Work Mondaythrough Friday. Sex with the husband three days a week, mostly missionary. The dog needed an allergy shot this week, so there’s that.” She states it all so matter of fact.

“And you guys push me toward domestication why?” I joke. Georgie just smiles and raises one brow.

“Girl, there is something to be said about getting regularly laid. It keeps your auras positive, your skin clear, and your mood happy.”

We eat and joke throughout our meal. By the end, I think my skillet and three pieces of toast have soaked up a fair amount of my hangover. I hug the girls and thank them for an amazing night out to celebrate my thirtieth and then we head our separate ways.

Weird thing is, Lynn was attached to her phone the whole time. If there is a girl in our group who is anti-phone during social interaction, it’s her.

Must have been something good, the way she was smiling.

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