day with her, Colin, and Aiden is really the best present ever. Who needs a car?
* * * *
Colin and Aiden are discussing something in Colin’s office while Rachael and I lie by Colin’s Vegas-inspired pool, attempting to get catch some sun without burning. For me, that means carefully applied sunscreen. For Rachael, that means SPF 45 with zinc oxide, a huge floppy hat, and a Sunbrella long-sleeved shirt over her bathing suit.
This is the first time that we’ve been alone since her and Aiden arrived, and I’m just about to burst if I don’t get at least a little scoop.
“So you and Aiden flew from DC together?” I ask, very nonchalantly.
“Actually, I had business in Los Angeles, so Aiden and I flew from there.”
“What were you doing in LA?” I take a sip of my Aiden-made margarita.
“Oh a little of this, and some of that. Boring politics stuff.” She takes a sip of her cocktail. They are to die for.
“Where did you stay?”
“Oh for God’s sake, Caroline. We’ve been friends long enough. Spit it out,” she says, in her very Rachael way.
“Just curious what the status of you and Aiden are,” I fish.
“Simple. If we’re in the same city, we see each other. When we’re not? Out of sight, out of mind.” Her answer surprises me. Aiden and Rachael were crazy in love in college. Her laissez faire attitude towards him is unexpected.
“So are y’all sleeping together?” It’s a logical question.
She sits up, pulls off her sunglasses, and gives me her serious look. “That, my dear, is none of your business.” She lies back down and slides her glasses back on.
“Sorry, Rach. I didn’t mean to pry.” Oh! I so totally did. “I’m just not used to you keeping secrets from me.”
“Honestly, there’s really nothing to tell. My boss is gearing up for a run at the presidency. I’m so busy, that there are days that I think I should wear Depends because I literally don’t have time to pee. Aiden and I’ve found ourselves in the same city, and we’ve had dinner. Not everyone thinks getting back together with their college boyfriend is a good idea,” Rachael says, effectively closing the subject.
I pick up my margarita and take a sip, and then lay back on the sun lounger. This is obviously a touchy subject for her. I’m confused. We usually share everything with each other.
I still haven’t had a chance to talk to Rachael about why she and Aiden broke up. Colin said that it was because our breakup was too hard on them. It’s not that I don’t believe Colin, but I’d like to hear Rachael’s side of the story.
“So, have you set a date?” she asks, as she slurps down the last sip of her drink. She knows that we haven’t. This is her way of redirecting the conversation to a topic that she knows I don’t like.
“We got married this morning,” I reply and wait for her response.
“You did not. But, that might be the only way that the media doesn’t crash it, is to make it a surprise. I saw your photographer friends hanging around outside the gate.”
Damn! She knows me too well. I can’t get a rise out of her anymore.
“Rach, I don’t know what I’m going to do. Colin is hounding me about setting a date. Brad keeps bringing me all of his wedding research. Yesterday, he decided that we should have a themed wedding. He suggested western or roller skating. What’s wrong with me? I’m missing the wedding gene.”
She laughs. “I’d pay big bucks to see Aiden roller skate. Choose roller skating,” she all but begs. “Although I’m sure that there’s some clause in Colin’s contract that keeps him off all wheels except car tires.”
“Girl, you should hear Brad’s ideas. If he ever gets married, I’ll be scared to attend,” I say, conspiratorially as I lean in closer toward Rachael.
“Look, Caroline, you’ve never cared about any of the normal girl stuff. Just pick a date and let Brad do everything else, as long as it isn’t themed. I mean, seriously,
* * * *
Colin and Aiden are discussing something in Colin’s office while Rachael and I lie by Colin’s Vegas-inspired pool, attempting to get catch some sun without burning. For me, that means carefully applied sunscreen. For Rachael, that means SPF 45 with zinc oxide, a huge floppy hat, and a Sunbrella long-sleeved shirt over her bathing suit.
This is the first time that we’ve been alone since her and Aiden arrived, and I’m just about to burst if I don’t get at least a little scoop.
“So you and Aiden flew from DC together?” I ask, very nonchalantly.
“Actually, I had business in Los Angeles, so Aiden and I flew from there.”
“What were you doing in LA?” I take a sip of my Aiden-made margarita.
“Oh a little of this, and some of that. Boring politics stuff.” She takes a sip of her cocktail. They are to die for.
“Where did you stay?”
“Oh for God’s sake, Caroline. We’ve been friends long enough. Spit it out,” she says, in her very Rachael way.
“Just curious what the status of you and Aiden are,” I fish.
“Simple. If we’re in the same city, we see each other. When we’re not? Out of sight, out of mind.” Her answer surprises me. Aiden and Rachael were crazy in love in college. Her laissez faire attitude towards him is unexpected.
“So are y’all sleeping together?” It’s a logical question.
She sits up, pulls off her sunglasses, and gives me her serious look. “That, my dear, is none of your business.” She lies back down and slides her glasses back on.
“Sorry, Rach. I didn’t mean to pry.” Oh! I so totally did. “I’m just not used to you keeping secrets from me.”
“Honestly, there’s really nothing to tell. My boss is gearing up for a run at the presidency. I’m so busy, that there are days that I think I should wear Depends because I literally don’t have time to pee. Aiden and I’ve found ourselves in the same city, and we’ve had dinner. Not everyone thinks getting back together with their college boyfriend is a good idea,” Rachael says, effectively closing the subject.
I pick up my margarita and take a sip, and then lay back on the sun lounger. This is obviously a touchy subject for her. I’m confused. We usually share everything with each other.
I still haven’t had a chance to talk to Rachael about why she and Aiden broke up. Colin said that it was because our breakup was too hard on them. It’s not that I don’t believe Colin, but I’d like to hear Rachael’s side of the story.
“So, have you set a date?” she asks, as she slurps down the last sip of her drink. She knows that we haven’t. This is her way of redirecting the conversation to a topic that she knows I don’t like.
“We got married this morning,” I reply and wait for her response.
“You did not. But, that might be the only way that the media doesn’t crash it, is to make it a surprise. I saw your photographer friends hanging around outside the gate.”
Damn! She knows me too well. I can’t get a rise out of her anymore.
“Rach, I don’t know what I’m going to do. Colin is hounding me about setting a date. Brad keeps bringing me all of his wedding research. Yesterday, he decided that we should have a themed wedding. He suggested western or roller skating. What’s wrong with me? I’m missing the wedding gene.”
She laughs. “I’d pay big bucks to see Aiden roller skate. Choose roller skating,” she all but begs. “Although I’m sure that there’s some clause in Colin’s contract that keeps him off all wheels except car tires.”
“Girl, you should hear Brad’s ideas. If he ever gets married, I’ll be scared to attend,” I say, conspiratorially as I lean in closer toward Rachael.
“Look, Caroline, you’ve never cared about any of the normal girl stuff. Just pick a date and let Brad do everything else, as long as it isn’t themed. I mean, seriously,
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