When girls get together (and by "girls" I mean smart, funny, beautiful women in their late twenties/early thirties) on a Friday night and you throw in some STRONG (thank you, Terah!)Cosmopolitans, you get some very strange conversations. . .
Michelle: I have no neck...that's why I don't wear turtlenecks
Cathryn: Well yeah...people with no necks shouldn't wear turtlenecks...maybe a mock turtleneck...or a dickie.
Heather: a what?!
Terah: you know...a dickie (uses universal sign language to illustrate a dickie)
Michelle: yeah, my mom has a lace one to "dress up" her sweaters
Rebecca: (laughter) oh yeah...the "fancy" dickies(raucous laughter)
Jen: (returning from potty break) what did I miss?
Terah: just dickies
Jen: (raises eyebrows) dickies?...or Dickies?
Rebecca: you mean like Purple Onion dickies?
Jen: or Hustler Hollywood dickies!
Terah: field trip!!
Jen: Michelle, we have to take you to the Hustler.
Cathryn: you've never been to the Hustler?! where do you go to stock your "goody drawer"?
Michelle: what's a "goody drawer"?
Heather: I don't have a "goody drawer"!
Terah: how can you not have a "goody drawer"?
Christie: you know...where you keep condoms and...stuff. I have a purple one.
Jen: my favorite one died and I had to get a new one...I gotta say, I prefered the old one.
Jen: Michelle, we'll go to Hustler and get you a bullet
Cathryn: or a rabbit!
Jen: no, a rabbit is too extreme for her first one...a bullet is safer.
Michelle: I do not want to go in that store!
Cathryn: don't worry, it's like the Walgreens of porn stores.
Terah: Hustler totally IS the Walgreens of porn stores! More Cosmo, anyone?