I'll have what she's having

We have an annual tradition of attending Breakfast with Santa at the Grand America in Salt Lake. We all get dressed up and enjoy a beautiful meal prepared by someone other than me. All 5 of us look forward to it every year. I will admit it's a little stressful for us to be up, looking good, arriving safely in a blizzard to downtown by 8:45am. But we did it. There was a little bit of crying, wailing and gnashing of teeth (by me) but once we arrived there was a glorious time had by all.

As we walked in the hotel I noticed a beautiful woman. I quickly put two and two together that we had graduated HS together but her name completely slipped me. I hurried past her with my husband's children in hopes that we were moving so quickly she wouldn't see how disobedient they could be. We got seated and started on our breakfast. Around that time the name of the woman I saw finally came back to me. Then I started to remember more about her. She was one of the most beautiful girls in school. But ironically she was also one of the kindest, sweetest and most genuine people I had the pleasure of knowing. We hadn't kept in touch since HS but she was a person that if I saw (and remembered her name) that I should go say hello (the same cannot be said for everyone I went to HS with). My big chance for redemption came in the made to order omelet line a few minutes later. She was already there at the back of the line and I was headed that way. I walked up, put my arm around her, called her by her first name (I hoped was correct) and started to chat with her. I apologized for my rude behavior and we spent the next few minutes catching up. She has three beautiful girls (just like me), she's a stay at home mom (just like me) and she's still extremely kind and open (perhaps I'm lacking in these department a little). One major difference is that she looks like she just graduated HS. I on the other hand didn't even get carded the one time I went to the liquor store to be alcohol for my homemade vanilla (I swear that is what I was using it for). 

Now came the time to order our omelets and she was up first. She ordered a small omelet with tomatoes, peppers, spinach, mushrooms, etc. Leaving out the cheese, bacon, ham and anything else fatty. I(t was decision time for me. Do I order the omelet I really want...inspired by the one the children's father had just brought back to the table with cheese, bacon, ham and tomatoes (you have to add something healthy in there to feel good about eating the other stuff). Or do I order the omelet that my tall, thin, beautiful friend had ordered. Hoping that she would think I eat as well as her and the fact that I don't weigh my HS weight like she does is just because of bad genes and not because I LOVE BACON. Since we were keeping up appearances at the nicest hotel in Utah (not some place we frequent) I thought I would maintain the charade and put in this order "I'll have what she's having." It tasted fine but I'm sure not as good as the children's father consumed. Oh well, hopefully I'll end up looking like her after all.