When Jenny had her Nth birthday, she had invited me to go to Thailand with her and some girlfriends and ride elephants. I couldn't make it happen, but when I saw a package tour appear in my email (I'd entered for a free trip to Italy and got on a mailing list), I popped the question. She jumped at the chance! She's that kind of adventurous, citizen-of-the-world kind of gal, unafraid of travel. Just the sort of person I need to drag me away from my lovely ruts.
We met at HomeRoom for mac & cheese to plan and scheme. Where the world's most beautiful waitress served us every week and colluded in our adventure.
"You know how, in Eat, Pray, Love, and all those other books, women go to Italy to put their lives back together?" I said at our first brainstorming meeting, "Let's go and have a delicious time because there is nothing wrong, because we are well."
"Let's make it our plan," she said, "to stuff our eyes with art, and our bodies with good food. Let's gain ten pounds."
"It's a deal," I said, "Ten Pounds in Ten Days!"