We planned a ladies afternoon at The Maidens tower. Charlie and I learned the hard way that parking is a fucking bitch there, so we planned to carpool use teamwork for parallel parking.
Brunch was at 10am. The plan was to have Charlie come to my place at 9:15 am, load up my car with both our potluck dishes and I head out at 9:30.
I got up at 6am and went to the store for ingredients. Came home, cooked the first part of the recipe and hit the shower. Came out of the shower and cooked the second part of the recipe, cleaned the fruit, and enjoyed a cup of coffee. Did hair, makeup and found something to wear. Packed up the finished pot luck goods, found a scarf and checked to make sure I had enough medication to make it through the day. Then I got a text from Charlie she wouldn’t be here till closer to 9:30.
No problem, I was ready. I told her I would be at her house so she didn’t have to worry about travel time. When I pulled into the driveway, Charlie hopped in the car (along with her yummy brunch treats) and we were on our way.
I got as close as I could to the tower, then needed to whip my phone out, find her address and fire up the GPS. That is when I noticed….
The brunch starts at 11 am. Well shit!
Good thing we were right on time for Chandler’s to open. A bit on the spendy side, and worth every penny for mimosa’s in the sun with one of my favorite people.