Then he said, Why don't we go to lunch?
Wha?! Lunch? Con migo? In Hollyweird? My husband never asks me to go on lunch dates. I mean, not since I was working at The Hollywood Reporter and we would keep it classy by meeting every day at the Del Taco on Highland and Santa Monica (which has, sadly, been replaced by a fancy gas station)—the exact midpoint between our two workplaces . Of course we can go to lunch! And at Kitchen 24, you say? I will even put on pants for this!
No, I did not think it was weird that he asked me to lunch with no occasion. Or that he suggested we go at 12:30, a ridiculously early time for a Whalen to eat a midday meal. I just thought my husband wanted to buy a special lunch for his special lady.
When we walked into the restaurant, Rob gestured to a couple of hot blondes in a booth: Hey, don't you know those girls? And then my jaw fell off of my face. Sitting right there in the booth, in Hollywood, were two of my favorite friends from growing up who now live nowhere near me (Australia and Arizona to be exact). These gorgeous little liars in cahoots with my husband managed to keep their presence in LA a complete secret in order to surprise me. It was the best thing in my whole life.
If I had known this was going to happen, I would have styled my hair
or made up my face or worn an "outfit" instead of "pajamas."
But seriously, how pretty are my friends? They look like true All-
American girls sharing a shake with their weird, Eastern European
And Rob's not bad, either. ;)
We sat in a booth and chatted for three hours that might as well have been three minutes or three years.
It truly is a wonderful thing to see old friends when I live so far away from my home and family. It reminds me of who I am.
My sneaky husband begged my other friends to cancel on me so that I could have a once in a lifetime surprise with my boon companions. And I had no idea.
What else is he hiding from me?