This is Jody. Jody has reached her mid-thirties where she blessedly has realized how stupid it is to drive drunk, so Jody pretty much only hangs out with people in her neighborhood now, because mama ain't giving up that Pinot Grigio with dinner, and after dinner, and a little before dinner... This means she spends most of her time with a bipolar publicist, an intellectual property lawyer who constantly one-ups everybody, and a CPA with a drinking problem. But they are always down so they're in. Jody ventures out to Italian at Napoli right outside of her neighborhood each Tuesday night with the girls where she caaaaan't get enough breadsticks - she's such a breadaholic but we all amiright???? Jody has a vague feeling that she hit on Barb's husband, Stan, from three doors down at the cookie exchange last December but she can't be sure. His face turns red every time she passes him walking the dog, and she has this fuzzy memory of telling him she'd like to take him in the laundry room and find out what a urologist REALLY does. Stan is over 6 feet tall and still has most of his hair, so... Jody's favorite song is "red, Red Wine" by UB40.
As Courtney was handed the rule pamphlet, she swore she saw the Da Vinci code. Symbols swirled around, English words became foreign and strange. She somehow now knows how to set up a VCR after reading them, but still does not quite understand how to win atMahjong.
Last week she ordered each of them one of those gadgets that shatters your car window in case of a full water immersion. She also ordered a wind up radio. You know, in case the power grid goes down. She changed the air filters in the house last month, and commented that Olive Garden is a heck of a deal if you get a family sized pan with a five dollar take-home add-on. She’s been cracking open a Bud heavy after yoga class lately, and finally decided to try out a MyPillow.
But here she sits, six years after her appointment with WIDK reporting on milk prices, beauty pageants, the occasional car theft, Alderman election scandals, and downtown green space clean up efforts. This stupid little town doesn’t deserve her. She’s meant for greatness, and she despises their perky greetings on the streets....
