Five little words. My words for this week are:
“Can ice cream spoil?” Cindy asked Maeve, her older, and therefore in her opinion, much wiser roommate.
“Another break up, then?” Maeve replied with a raised eye brow.
“Oh darling, I’m sorry.” She gave Cindy a hug and an extra squeeze for good measure.
“Come on, let’s get out of the apartment and go get you some ice cream. Some REAL ice cream that isn’t six months past its expiry date.”
“How is it possible that we have expired ice cream in the house?”
“Remember your health kick? And then mine? We bought that ice cream after you broke up with Phil, but then you met Joshua and you two were on your keto-soulcycle-hot yoga-vegan-gluten–free kick well, until today I guess.”
“How did I date a guy who likes going to SoulCycle? Shouldn’t that have been a red flag?”
“You’d think, but you know what they say—love makes us blind..and maybe a little dumb too?”
“Okay, I’m not dating again for..uh…six months. I mean it this time.”
“Sure you do. I’ll ask you again in a week.”
“For real. I have terrible judgement. My boyfriend choices lately have been seriously questionable. I shouldn’t be allowed to date. And you want to know the worst part? He broke up with me. He told me I wasn’t committed enough to “our lifestyle”. I actually laughed. And then I dumped kombucha on his stupid beard.”
“Most Vancouver break up ever. I’m proud. This calls for gelato, me thinks.” They high-fived, grabbed their coats and headed out the door.
“Alright, you know our options—Bella or Bellagio?”
“Which one has less hills on the way? I don’t want any exercise. I want a flat walk, with zero calories burned.”
“Bella here we come.”
“Hey, you know what I just realized? It’s February 13th.”
“Yup, the dude broke up with you the day before Valentine’s. Winner alert!”
“No, I don’t care about that. I just realized it’s Galentine’s Day, M! Lovely lady…I mean woman! Will you be my Galentine?”
“Does it involve eating delicious food, drinking wine, celebrating women and taking down the patriarchy?”
“Then I’m in like…hmm…not Flynn. Hashtag me too. I’m in like a woman who respects other women deeply and wants to celebrate their achievements.”
“Damn straight. Where would I be without you?”
“Eating expired ice cream and getting sick?”
They walked arm in arm down the street and leaned in towards each other, heads touching for a moment before continuing on to the gelateria. Cindy knew she had all she needed today. She would be just fine.
Happy Galentine’s to all the amazing women out there! Here’s to celebrating each other every single day!