Our sweet little hostess (insert pic of sweet little hostess here cause Sher thought she took one. but didnt. apparently.) escorted us to our table.
Like white on rice. Cause we all had our scream, laugh, hug, cry.
GOING ON!!
And we were scaring all the customers away.
But. She seated us at a table. Pretty much smack dab in the middle of the room.
Foolish mortals!!!!!! Bwahahahahaha!!!!!!
No seriously. It was ok. Really. You can dress Grammy up.
And take her out.
JOKING!!!! Grammy knows she loves me!!!!
Pluto was into the drinks. Again!!!!
Thats MY Mai Tai, Pluto. Mine!!!!!
Now then. If you look really closely. You can see Horsey on the phone. With Ash. Who was there. And looking for us. But. Couldnt find us.
All I could hear was:
Horsey, Where??
Ash, waa, waa, waa
Horsey, What are you wearing??
Ash, waa, waa, waa
Horsey, A black dress??
At this point. I UNDERSTOOD.
Ash was THERE!!!!!!
I jumped up. And saw Ash. Beautiful, sweet Ash. TALL Ash. Standing about 30 feet from us. Talking on the phone.
ASH!!!!!! I yelled. And took off running. Followed closely by Jami, Grammy and Horsey.
The crowd went wild.
Hugs, laughs, screams and crying ensued.
If Ive said it once. Ive said it. A THOUSAND times. For all of us to be together. In the same place. At the same time. It was everything I knew it would be. And more.
BUT WAIT!!!!!!
Where was Mr. Ash?????????
Digression Alert!!!!
All summer long Ash and I would lie out by the pool. Together. And yak. (no offense Yak) Well. Ash laid out at her pool. And I laid out at mine. But. We did it at the same time. And yakked (no offense Yak) whilst we did it. The good yak. Not the bad yak. TFI.
And. Ash must have said. A MILLION times. How much Mr. Ash was looking forward. To meeting Sher.
DUH!!!! Of course. Everybody loves Sher!!!!
Digression over
.
Yoo Hoo.
Mr. Ash was at the desk. Checking the Ashs in. For to have dinner. I could see him across the room. Hes a little on the tall side. But. Just a smidge. Hardly noticeable, really.
Picture me. 52 (and three quarters, thank-you-very-much) hugging Mr. Ash. (6bazillion!!) Kind of like Jack. Climbing the old bean stalk.
Dont picture Mufasa. Climbing Pride Rock. That would just be wrong. Of us.
Actually. Its too bad they didnt have Mr. Ash on the Titanic. He wouldve seen that iceberg.
Before it hit.
JOKING JAY!!!!! I know that you know that I know that you know that I know that you love me!!!!!!!
I asked Ash and Mr. Ash to stop over at our table for a group pho-toe. And our server, Mario (I think. Anyone?? Anyone? Bueller?? ) took it for us.
Arent we pretty??!!
PLEASE NOTE: Mr. And Mrs. Ash are KNEELING next to us. We are SITTING IN CHAIRS. Yep. They are two tall dudes. Uh, one tall dude and one tall dudette. Sorry bout that Ash!!! LYMI.
After that Mr. and Mrs. Ash left us in peace. Uh, I mean went back to their own table.
DRINKS ALL AROUND!!!
Segway.
As I was working on this chapter. I was having a bit of trouble. With recall. So I called Grammy. Whose recall is worse than mine. TFI. But. We had the most HYSTERICAL conversation. And the rest of this chapter is the result. Of that.
There was a LOT of conversation about which drink to order. So many choices. So little time. Elephant's Desire, Mt. Kilimarita, Safari Martini
What exactly DOES an elephant desire, anyway???
Some of us had those. Drinks. I think. All I benember is I had something red and bubbly. And yummy. With a raspberry. Or a strawberry. But, really. Do you give half a crap???
Youll take what I give you. And like it.
Yoo Hoo.
TIME TO GET OUR AUGUSTUS GLOOP ON!!!!
Now. Then. Im kind of an adventurous type of gal. You may not have noticed. That. But. I left my American/African secret-decoder ring at home. Boboti. Pap??
Huh??!!! What the Botswana IS that????
Things we do benember. Grammy discovered the curried coconut seafood stew. SHE LOVED IT. Couldnt stop. Couldnt get enough. Couldnt stop TALKING about it.
Why dont you marry that stew Gram??!!!
All agree I had a little salad.
Hopefully it wasnt scooped up off the sidewalk.
Collectively we had couscous Marrakesh, potatoes with afritude (Sorry, hound, no fingerling potatoes), some kind of fish, fowl and beef. I do know I had the Kool Slaai. If thats the stuff with jicama in it. And. The Moroccan seafood salad. Because I benember the couscous with the shrimp. In it.
Digression Alert!!!!!!
Grammy and I had a great laugh at our mad (not!!!) geographic skillz.
Sher: Morroco?? Is Morroco in Africa??
Grammy: (after a hesistation.) Yeah.
Sher: Are you sure?? You hesitated. You dont really know, do you??
Grammy: I have no idea. Look on a map.
Sher: Well what about Marrakesh??
Grammy: Listen. If theyre serving it in an African buffet it must be.
I have not a clue. Geography is not my friend. Apparently. Along with math. And people that sweat. You know. The SMELLY sweat. Oh. And men who wear Speedos.
TFI.
Yoo Hoo.
While I was in the buffet line I started chatting with the chef. Somehow or other the topic of where I came from. Came up.
NO!!! Not THAT!!!! Geez!!! The place where I live. Exactly what WERE you thinking???
Now. Perhaps this was a line. But I do believe he was sincere. Mr. Chef says, Hey, I lived in (J will KILL me if I reveal this. After Mr. Sheridacs done with me) for 2 years. We chatted for a bit about local landmarks. Which I knew a little better than he. Did. And. Are for me to know and you to find out. Or not.
Then. A tap on my shoulder. This very nice woman (Hi Nice Lady in the Boma line on September 29th!!!! Hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). Says to Sher. Did I hear you say you were from (me to know
.)?
I say. Yes, I am. Are you married to Lil G?? JOKING!!!
Or am I??
Nice Lady says, Im from (yeah, me to know again
)!!!!!
Which is a city about an hour(ish) away from where I live. Or 35 minutes. If youre me.
TRUE FACT!!!!! There was a period of time. Oh, lets say about 18(ish) months. Our attorney referred to Sher as Maria Andretti. I kid you not.
Yoo Hoo.
OMG!!!!! I TOTALLY forgot!!!
The HUMMUS!!!!! Oh. The hummus. A moment of silence please.
Can I just say right now. This is some of the best tasting hummus Ive ever had!!!! My personal fav was the white bean, but the red pepper was a close second. Not a fan of the olive. All were fabulous, especially with the yummy, crispy flat bread.
Digression alert!!!!!
They had this chicken dish. chicken pepper pot. Which prompted an entire discussion. About Grammys supposed chicken pot pie. She posted this recipe. About this supposed chicken pot pie. Which is THE BEST. Except. As I studied the recipe. I came to one inescapable conclusion.
THERE WAS NO PIE!!!!!!
So. I called her. And said. How can you call this chicken pot PIE??? Theres no PIE part!!!!
And. She said. Its chicken pot pie cause its cooked in a pot.
Huh???!!!
NEWSFLASH GRAMMY!!!!!!!!!!
It aint chicken pot PIE if THERES NO PIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That's why Boma calls it chicken pepper POT!!!!!!!!
Digression over
.
Yoo Hoo.
After I was done eating Ash came over. Having left Mr. Ash. ALL BY HIMSELF!!!!
So. I went over to keep him company. And. There was some mix up with his bill. And. He ALLEGES he would have caught it except that he was paying while I was visiting. And he got a bit confuzzled.
I ask you. HOW IS THAT MY FAULT???!!!! What did Sher do?? What??? Is it my fault Mr. Ash is lacking in mad free dining skillz???
I think not!!!! Thats all Im sayin. That's my story. And I'm stickin' to it.
Next Up: YAK???!!!!! And. Mr. Silli Ignores Sher. Or Tries To.
Find Chapter 15 Here!!!!
Disney does go out of their way to make things authentic, eh? 
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