I wanted to learn how to do the bangs French braid and Teacher Linda (TL), being Linda, put together an evening to remember. I don’t think I even cried at prom, and that’s what it was titled.
“Steel Magnolias, French bread pizza, and French braiding: my apartment, Wednesday, 8 p.m.”
“I’m in,” Teacher Nicole said, not even looking up from her papers.
Amy and I get there at the exact same time as Nicole who has brought two bottles of wine. Linda has got all the fixings chopped up already including mozzarella cheese and salad. The dvd is in, playing the credits.
Linda suggests we start the movie while the pizzas are cooking, and then take a break from the movie to get them, that way we get the chit-chat out of the way at the beginning of the movie. Pizza and chit-chat means we wouldn’t actually watch the movie.
I have had this movie on VHS, the title written with Mr. Sketch markers, my whole life. The significance of it is lost on me until Jon, Linda’s boyfriend, comes home and all five of us are crying, and Linda tells him to go into their room and shut the door and he does: we are kind of like those women…
our friendship is on a smaller scale, we just live in the same town; we haven’t known each other long in the grand scheme of things, but living and working abroad have a way of leveling people plus we are in this crazy place, same page, same scene, and they even let me be Daryl Hannah, the most lovable dork of all time.
After the movie TL showed us how to do the bangs braid as promised. I’m going to show Nicole how later, as she was tired and didn’t feel like being in the bright lights of the bathroom which I totally get.
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