girl, I must warn you

I have had a version of the following conversation with no fewer than four coworkers:

Me: Hi, how are you?

CW: Fine, you?

Me: Fine. Did you have a good weekend?

CW: Not really, with being snowed in and all. How was yours?

Me: Oh, great! I went to Springfield on Saturday.

CW: . . .

Me: Don't worry, we took my friend's SUV.

CW: . . .

Me: I wouldn't have gone, but it was important.

CW: . . .

Me: I had to get to a bachelorette party.

CW: You're crazy. How were the roads?

Me: Oh, they were terrible!

CW: Yeah?

Me: Awful, and the visibility was not good.

CW: Well, I'm glad you're alive.

Me: Me too.

I don't always make smart decisions, that doesn't necessarily make them BAD decisions. I'd travel a lot farther than Springfield in a KILLER BLIZZARD for something that's that important to one of my best friends. Even though there were far fewer of us than there were supposed to be, those of us that could make it (including Heidi, once we rescued her in Nancy's aunt's monster truck Sequoia) made absolutely sure Nancy had the best time she possibly could, given the circumstances. And INDEED a good time was had by all. We even ventured out of the house Saturday night and a good thing, too, because we were ready to be as obnoxious as possible. And obnoxious we were, even ending up at our old college bar and commandeering the dance floor. Seeing as how there were maybe 20 people in the entire bar, the DJ was graciously accepting requests, which is how Heidi and I ended up on the dance floor, all by ourselves, doing the running man to Bel Biv Devoe. I think Turk would be proud.