Twink and The Mayor at lunch

Wednesday lunch with Ms M., her BFF, Twink and The Mayor.

This is what Ms M calls taking a breather before the storm. It is a traditional pre-Thanksgiving ritual. A tried and true relaxation technique done prior to large family gatherings. The Bff’s pug The Mayor was in attendance as usual. This years coaching on how to get through the family Thanksgiving dinner with your self esteem safely intact was circumvented by a shocking and somewhat frightening announcement. The Bff was going VEGAN.  Ms M was speechless. What exactly did this mean? She could not wrap her mind around the definition of vegan. Wasn’t that tied to some religious cult? How could  Ms M. understand this…  she only just recently found out chicken broth, although not containing any actual chicken meat, could not be considered Vegetarian. Will this change life as they currently enjoyed it? If people find out, will they be hounded by an underground meat promoting secret society. Lets not forget what the Texas Cattle ranchers tried to do to Oprah.   Then all of the sudden Ms M went white and with the passion of some voluminous operatic narrative  blurted. ” You can still drink, right?”

Although assured that their favorite libations would still be part of their lives she was quite worried and still a little upset. Driving home, upon exiting the car the BFF blessed Ms M with the kindest morsel of Vegan news .  She leaned in as she was closing the door and whispered,  ”they say most vegans look at least 10 years younger then their contemporaries….and ALL are thin.”

This update put an entirely different light on the situation and altered the mood tremendously. I could see Ms M mulling this new tidbit of vegan information over with a sweet smile in development slowly graduating to a  full blown happy face by the time we made it home.