My BFF of nearly 30 years has been living in Chile this past year, teaching English to businessmen and women, and now second graders.
Tea returned home this week, bringing her new Chilean boyfriend for a quick visit before she and I head to Hawaii and the Girls Gone Wild event next week. We’ll be joining four other high school girlfriends, sans husbands, boyfriends and children, for six days of tropical bliss.
We’ll be celebrating 2008, the year we all turn 40.
And Tea will be celebrating something perhaps even bigger. Her engagement. I don’t know anyone who deserves crazy insane happiness more than Tea — it’s been a long time coming, and I’m over the moon for my friend.
I am officially LAST to bite the dust.
I’m still not sure I ever want to get married, but someday if I change my mind, I now know how to get a man to propose.
Tea had known James just a few days when the two were teasing each other, exchanging taunts. She threw out the Chilean equivalent of “neener neener” or “nanie nanie boo boo.”
Which is “saca pica.”
She said “saca pico.”
Take out your penis.
And that, my friend, is how one little vowel forever altered the course of history.