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Double Dog Dare Yah

January 27, 2010 by  

I have a close friend who works at Bellevue Psychiatric Hospital in NYC. Nope, not joking. I asked her if I could shadow her for a day, as I’m in awe — and soo curious — to see what not only a prison looks like, but to meet and interrogate prisoners (for those who know me, this is me just SIMPLY asking questions). She said she’ll look into it (not holding my breath). This was one of the friends I saw 1 1/2 weeks ago on our Girls’ Weekend in Breckenridge, CO.

Do any of you have that friend with whom you just friggin’ laugh so hard that it actually hurts? That friend who when you reminisce, you mutually can’t stop laughing that you literally — and physically — get an abdominal workout? Welp, this is that friend. We went to
Middle and High School together; wound up (unplanned) on the same college campus and then wound up (we were both pretty shocked) choosing and rushing the same sorority.  At this Girls’ Weekend, we were summoned to share the same bed (no one else wanted to sleep with us; I’m gonna take a stab at the fact that it was a result of our loud and obnoxious behavior — especially when we’re together). All three nights we were giggling so hard that the bed posts were banging against the wall; I’m sure our adjacent neighbors thought we were having gettin’ busy. One night in particular, I woke to her squealing at 4:30 am, “Get the FLIP off me!”; evidently I was simulataneously spooning her while playing footsies. You got me (?). Woops. I don’t even do that with my own husband (it’s been 8 1/2 years, c’mon), so not sure what happened there.

Back to my story. Never in a a quadrillion YEARS would you have predicted that she would be working at Bellevue (not so shocked at the Criminal Defense thing — she’s a lethal arguer); I’m amazed and proud that she is a public servant and cares more about her clients that the $$s she could be making somewhere else. She defends criminals, m
ostly homeless and those on the streets with serious mental issues.

She was very Jappy growing up (as every person with 2 legs on Long Island was), had the best of the best, and came from a family of Accountants and Doctors. However, she was by no means spoiled, and in college she set in motion a soft spot for people who could not defend themselves; off to law school and Bellevue she went.

When departing at the airport from the
Girls’ Weekend, we made a pact that every Wednesday we’d check in with each other, as too many months had gone by without keeping in close touch this past year. So, this morning I woke up at the crack, needed an excuse to postpone the reality of another day where I felt I was completely suffocating and drowning, and realized fulfilling my promise would be the perfect excuse.

I text her a quick: Happy Hump Wednesday!  How’s my favorite Spooner?”

In my next text I say,
“Today is give-your-favorite-CO-a-kiss-day. Double Dog Dare yah”.

CO does not stand for Colorado. You see, I was confused too last weekend when she’d say, “My CO’s this… and my CO’s that”. C.O. would be Correctional Officer. Evidently, these are her new BFFs when we’re not around. And, assumingly, they’re mainly all men.

She’s 1/2 asleep, still in bed, and all confused and texts back:
“WHAT !?!?! Look at u with the CO lingo… That’s like me saying it’s give-your-male-neighbor-a-kiss-day!!! You’re such a trouble maker!!!”

But, I dared her.
You can’t not entertain a dare from someone who you’ve known for 22 years.
Man, I was laughing so hard while everyone was still fast asleep at my house
; it was better then caffeine, I tell yah.

She texts: “So, if u kiss a neighbor, I will kiss a CO!! Double dog dare YOU!

I left it at:
R we talking tongue?  Does it have to be a guy?”

Let’s just say there’s a puddle of piss in her bed sheets that she’ll likely blame on her infant son.

PS — she actually picked up the phone on the way to work this am, and asked if we were seriously “on”. I gave a firm “yep”!

PSS — Any takers in the ‘hood?
PSS — When I told her last weekend I started a blog, she said, “What’s that? I don’t even know what that is.”   I have a feeling once she (or her husband) catches wind that I’m selling her out on her dare (which she WILL accomplish; she’s def. up for the task), she’ll hop on Today’s Cliche. What’cha all think?

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2 Responses to “Double Dog Dare Yah”
  1. Carissajaded says:

    THat is awesome!! I think I need to start playing doubledog dare with my good friends, it will at least be a good way to entertain myself!! Love this post!


  2. Ally says:

    Yep, that friendship is a forever keeper. Love it.


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