Andrea, Alicia & I decided to go to the Taco Bell/Pizza Hut Express by Knott's, after work. As we were leaving Knott's, I saw Rebecca zoom off, crying. When we were driving (3 separate cars) to TB/PH, I called Rebecca, & asked her why she was crying. She wouldn't tell me, & basically told me it was none of my business. I said, "Of course it's not my business, but you are my friend & I care about you, that makes it my business. Wouldn't you want to know what was wrong with me if I was bawling, even though it's technically none of your business?" She refused to tell me what was going on, & just kept crying, & when I told her to come join us for dinner, the phone disconnected. I called her back, it answered, it disconnected. I called back, it answered, it disconnected. I don't know if she was hanging up on me, or my phone was acting funky (possible). But after 3 times of trying to call her back, I gave up. We all got to TB/PH, parked, & headed inside. There was a sign on the door that said, "Sorry for the inconvenience, but our lobby closes tonight at 6:30." It was 7:30. They were having a Xmas party inside. Alicia & Andrea were bummed, so I said, "Let's just go through the drive-thru & eat it in one person's car." Andrea mentioned eating it in the back of my truck, & Alicia sarcastically said, "Yeah, let's have a tailgating party." Andrea & I decided that was actually a great idea. So we drove through the drive-thru in Andrea's car. As we drove through, I tossed Alicia my phone to try calling Rebecca. She finally got her, & Rebecca was still bawling, & told Alicia the same thing...it was personal, & something she just had to deal with. Alicia told her, "Ok, well, just know that we are here for you if you need to talk. Drive safe, sweetie."
Alicia: No? No, you won't drive safe?
Rebecca: NO! I'm driving erratically!
Alicia: For the love of God, PLEASE drive safe, Rebecca.
Rebecca: NO! I'm going 60 in a 30...I'm erratic!
So that was our joke the rest of the night. "I'm erratic!" Every time we heard a car peal out, we'd say, "Rebecca?" When we got up to the window, I asked the lady inside, "Do you by any chance have a moist towelette, cause I was going to wash my hands in your bathroom before I ate, but I can't." She was like, "Ummmm....no." We kept giggling hysterically, so I'm quite sure she thought we were on something. We maintain that we ARE....everytime we walk into our dressing room at Knott's, there is a HIDEOUS chemical smell, & Ashley even threw up yesterday. Everyone feels sick from this smell...and we have been extra giggly lately, so we say that whatever we are inhaling is making us kinda high.
So we get the food, Andrea grabs her sleeping back out of her trunk, & we laid it out in the back of my truck, & all piled inside. We sat & ate & laughed a lot, & talked....we were there for 2 hours, in the Rite-Aid parking lot. People drove by us looking at us like we were nuts (which of course, we are). We were wearing Santa hats, & all bundled up (it was really cold last night....cold for Cali, anyway).
Rebecca called from the beach, her "calming place." She reported she had gone 90-100 on the freeway. She had calmed down considerably, & explained why she was so upset, finally. She started laughing with us on the phone, & how could she not? The giggles were contagious.
It was so much fun, we plan to do it again on Wed. or Thur. night. :-)