Last weekend Laura and I went to a wedding in Chicago. Laura is friends with the bride’s cousin. Laura and the cousin were chatting over a couple of plates of Chicago-style deep dish pizza at the rehearsal dinner, when I overheard something I’ve never heard before…
Laura: I really like you’re hair.
Cousin: Thanks! I bought it last week!
A stranger to the concept of buying hair, this caught my attention.
Cousin: I had it done at this chic, new salon in Manhattan.
Laura: Wow! You lead quite the life!
Cousin: Wait, it gets better! I was almost ready to leave when guess who comes in?
Laura: Who?
Cousin: One of the Real Housewives of New York City.
Laura: Really?!? Which one?
Cousin: I don’t know her name, but she’s the one with the missing leg.
Laura: Oh, I know who you mean. What is her name?
I interrupt the conversation I’ve been eavesdropping…
Me: Wait, I’ve heard this one before, the one with the missing leg, isn’t that, Eileen?
They both give me a silly look, tell me ‘no’ and continue with their very serious celebrity-sighting conversation