Girl Fight BBQ

Last weekend I went to a barbeque at a neighbors house with a bunch of my favorite people, including 3 of the firiest women I know. I feel a joke coming on...What happens when you have 3 brats in a room? I don't have a punch line yet--but I do have a real life scene which I wish I could erase. By the end of the night there was yelling, pouting and stomping down the street--(all me). The disagreement at hand was how to say/spell Xeriscape. My two friends thought it was xeroscape and I thought it was xericscape. We were all wrong. What pissed me off was 1) how readily everyone at the party thought that I was the wrong one and 2) how much joy my friends seemed to take in me being wrong. 

The funny thing is that I adore these girlfriends. I have convinced them to come swimming with me in the mornings and when the rest of us are slow Ali yells, "Hurry up you wussies!" And Chantel swoons at the college boy in his vintage cut speedo. We talk on the drive home. I love that I have friends that I can have vicious fights with one night and have a ruckus swim with the next morning.