Ladies and Gentlemen,
I'm pleased to announce a new blog co-written by myself and my very dear friend Ms. Linda McDonough.
To entice you into reading the new blog, which I will feature on this site along with its homehttp://observationsbyfriends.blogspot.com, I will share with you the "Forward" for the new book/blog.
If any of you know any literary agents, feel free to pass it along.
Here it is. Introducing "Observations. By Two Former Roommates."
One thing I pride myself on is how hilarious my friends are. I lived with three girls in college that could have easily been the center of their own reality show. In fact, we often talked about how we would go about making this happen. As soon as we graduated, our dreams of reaching super stardom by becoming trashy reality figures dissipated. One of us got married, one went to law school, one became a teacher and one moved home to live with her parents for a period of time before moving in with the teacher. Those two could have kept the reality dream alive, but failed to make any progress with getting a major, or minor, network to take notice of their fabulousness.
Instead, two of the friends decided to write a book/blog. This book/blog.
It all began one day when I was walking down the street. I took notice of a woman sitting on the sidewalk. My assumption was that she was homeless… This is because she was sitting on the nasty sidewalks that make up New York City. The only time you will ever see someone making skin-to-sidewalk contact is if it is a drunk woman who just can't walk in those fabulous heels (if it isn't hurting, it isn't helping) or a homeless person. As she was sitting there, she lifted up her shirt and began rubbing her gut whilst making an odd face. Pregnant? Or pretending to be pregnant in order to gain sympathy from passer biers? What do I do when I see this? I text my friend former roommate, of course.
Me: "I just witnessed a lady sitting on the side of the road lift up her shirt and rub her gut. I think she wanted us to think she was prego but I am not convinced."
Response: "That is so weird! No pregnant woman is going to lift up her shirt in public and reveal her belly. That lady you saw just sounds drunk and fat."
I laughed out loud and decided I would continue sending her bizarre things and look forward to her reaction. And then maybe make a book.... or blog.
