Luann D'Agostino: The Girls Were as Fuzzy as Their Boots
How did the queen of class react to anal sex talk at the table? Mrs. D'Agostino tells all!
In Stratton, Vermont, the girls' math was as fuzzy as their boots! From the length of John’s “squash” to Ramona claiming she’s in the forty-something age group, things get longer and younger the more Titos consumed. As for Sonja's transition to accepting Tom and me as a married couple, I think not blurting out whatever comes to her mind would be a good start. That way, we could be around her without worrying that she’s going to say something embarrassing. I love Sonja, but there’s a major disconnect and lack of respect when it comes to my marriage.
The conditions at Stratton that day were dynamite! The snow was perfect for New England—no ice! I felt for Ramona’s ski instructor, especially when she sent him off for drinks. He was a true gentleman in spite of Ramona’s overbearing rudeness and flirtatiousness. When we got back to the house, we had a little time before dinner to relax, and I was glad that Ramona had the owners of Verde cook for us. The dinner was fabulous, even though our game of Truth or Dare veered off into the realm of TMI! Anal sex talk at the table... really? Someone needs to tell Ramona that oral sex is actually sex! I meant it when I said that I feel lucky to be married. Dating can be fun, but it also can be exhausting. Maybe saying that to a table of tipsy single women wasn’t the best idea? Now I got the memo! I didn’t want to get in an argument with Dorinda, and I agree that we are all trying to lead a happy life regardless of our marital statuses. I believe that it’s alright to argue with friends as long as you make up and move on as Dorinda and I did. That’s what good friendships are made of!
Bethenny is planning a trip to Mexico, which should be interesting! I can’t go the first day, and I got stuck with the task of bringing Ramona with me if Bethenny actually invites her to go. I know Ramona doesn’t want to be left out of the fun, which I can totally understand. I hate to travel alone, and I’m happy to have a companion on the way down, even if it is Ramona!
Until next week, remember the best ships are friendships...sometimes.
