The View from 58-inches High

Last night I went to dinner with Kim, Kate, and Kate’s parents. That’s not how the night was supposed to go, but we’re overachieving women so why do one thing in a night when you can do ten. The night was supposed to be a happy hour to discuss the possible Dubai trip. Then we decided to through in a workout first because, why not. I mean, we’ll through a workout into any get together. Pre-bookclub, pre-wedding, post graduation, post-labor, whatever. It’s really almost like drinks for most people. “Let’s do dinner, ohh dinks first. Why of course”. Where for us it’s more like “Dinner, yes sure. But how about some threshold efforts first?”

Then Kate’s parents, in town for Thanksgiving of course, wanted to do dinner downtown AND it’s Kim’s birthday. Do you see how efficient we are with our time? We’re knocking out like 5-events in 4-hours! This is why women will rule the world. So, now the plan is Kim’s at 5:30, Ride class at 6:00, back to Kim’s by 7:00 to shower and get to dinner by 7:45. Luckily, Kim has an amazing place at the W so we’re literally 1-block from Ride and 8-blocks from dinner. Again, we are master planners.

We get to dinner and order a bottle of wine. Kate waives off the wine with a joke about running the next day. Well our waitress wanted to hear all about Kate’s big Turkey day run. “Ohh my! Five whole miles!!” Our waitress was all about making sure Kate had the best run possible at the Turkey Trot. It’s awkward but we realize not everybody is as athletic as we are so we figure this is just us being completely disconnected.

After dinner, Kate ordered a dessert for the table. When it arrived, the waitress placed the plate right in front of Kate and loudly wished her the best of luck on her race and leaves. Kate, bright red in the face, is all “I think there’s been a huge misunderstanding here!” The dessert plate had “Good Luck” written in chocolate around the rim. After we all stopped laughing, Kim’s all “Yeah, You better fucking win this thing!”