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go to Grappa's. I heard Jennifer Aniston ate there!" Sheridan
squealed as the ladies walked around Park City, Utah.
"We can go to
Grappa's tonight if you'd like; they don't open until 5. I can
call later to make a reservation." Angel said proudly as
she strutted down Royal Street. She spent many hours researching
the pop culture of Sundance. Most importantly, she knew where
to eat and how to make the connection to get in the door.
Sheridan mulled it
over, "Yeah, why don't we all go out to dinner tonight
with the boys, if they are still alive and in one piece. I don't
want to be alone with Kevin right now, he really has me confused."
I can't," Marybeth chimed in. "I have a date."
Angel and Sheridan
immediately stopped walking; blocking the sidewalk, with their
mouths wide open in shock.
"Is A.J. coming?" they both asked simultaneously.
at them, "No. It's not a date-date. Just a dinner date;
with a project manager, who by the way is a woman!"
"Oh, I bet A.J.
would love that visual," Angel said with a smirk.
Marybeth exclaimed, "I don't swing both ways!"
Laughing, Angel locked
her arms with Marybeth on her left and Sheridan on her right.
"You better not pull a Laverne and Shirley or I'll kill
you." Sheridan mumbled. Her eyes darted around the street
crowed with people.
"Shit, you got
me," Angel replied with a pout. Marybeth wasn't quite sure
what they were talking about but then, "What are you…"
just as she was about to finish her question, Angel let go of
Sheridan's arm and started skipping, pulling Marybeth along
Sheridan was bowled
over with laughter watching Marybeth try and keep up with Angel
as she dragged her down the sidewalk singing, ""1,
2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8." Suddenly, they stopped. "Schlemile,
Schlemozzle, Hausenfeffer Incorporated." Marybeth looked
back at Sheridan and mouthed the words, "Help me!"
"I'm just messing
with you," Angel started laughing.
Sheridan slowly walked
down to join them. She looked across the street and noticed
Demi and Ashton walking, holding hands, "Holy shit,"
she mumbled. "Look at those two."
Casually, Angel raised
her head up and over her shoulder and then turned it quickly
sideways, as if she was trying to crack her neck. "Hot
damn. She's really short."
Sheridan began walking
away from Angel shaking her head, mumbling, "Good God.
Of all the things you'd notice…"
Marybeth was somewhat
star struck, staring at the couple. Angel nudged her elbow,
"C'mon. Let's get her something to eat. She's getting cranky."
The girls walked
further along until Angel recognized a building. "Let's
grab a bite to eat at the Corner Café at the Yarrow Hotel.
It is cozy and casual." Which was good since Angel was
in her pink sweat suit.
"Works for me,"
Marybeth said as the girls walked into the hotel. As she held
the door open Faye Dunaway walked past her. Marybeth froze staring
"How long have
you lived in Los Angeles?" Angel questioned her.
Why?" Marybeth questioned Angel.
have been mesmerized with each passing celebrity." Angel
was laughing as she strolled into the hotel lobby. She wondered
what Marybeth had thought when she had first met Backstreet.
Shrugging her shoulders
at Angel, both Marybeth and Sheridan followed Angel inside.
"I love the
log cabin look," Angel signed. Twirling around, she noticed
the half logs that outlined the windows and doorways. As they
walked though the lobby, the pine front desk shined in contrast
to the stucco walls. The wrought iron tables and barrel ceiling
in the lobby gave the place character.
Sheridan was already
making notes in her head, "I know. Isn't it wonderful?
And look at the stone columns. And this fieldstone floor. It's
perfect for a visual."
The girls walked
into the restaurant and sat down. The light wooden oak tables
matched the frames of the chairs. Angel was engrossed with a
decorative flower wreath over the brick fireplace. The marble
flooring matched the mauve and green decorative seat backs while
the front was all mauve.
Peeling off the green
napkins that graced the tables, the girls opened up their menus.
Coming out of deep
thought, Angel asked concerned, "Do you think Nick and
Kevin are still going at it?" Biting her bottom lip looking
directly at Sheridan, "Maybe I should call and check?"
Staring back, Sheridan
wasn't too sure what Angel should do so she shrugged her shoulders.
She really didn't want to know.
"You're a big
help. Marybeth, what do you think?" Angel asked exasperated.
"Why don't you
text message Nick to make sure all is okay?" Marybeth replied
just as confused as Sheridan did.
"After we eat,
let's give them more time." Angel motioned the waitress
After choosing burgers
and salads, the waitress brought over their drinks. Raising
her Chardonnay, Angel proposed a toast to the girls and their
stay at Sundance. "To us; further connections, better jobs,
better pay, and better men."
"I still don't want to be here. Why did he have to come
Angel and Marybeth
laughed at her.
our boss and your boss two times over," Angel snickered.
"Not to mention that little attraction thing you two have
"He's not my
boss, technically," Marybeth corrected Angel. "But
I like Kevin."
"Well I'm so
irritated at him. I don't like being put on the spot. I don't
like being confused all the time. Friend-boss-friend-boss-friend-boss."
you add lover in there too," Marybeth gave her a dry smile.
Sheridan blew a wisp
of hair out her face, "That is going to be a long way off,
if at all, that I promise you."
Angel nodded in agreement;
at least Sheridan was beginning to think clearly. She wanted
them to get together but she didn't want Sheridan to be a conquest
for Kevin. There had been many evenings when their relationship
was a topic of discussion between her and Nick.
The three friends
were on their second glass of wine when Angel decided it was
now time to contact Nick. Pulling out her cell phone, she sent
Nick a message. Placing the phone on the table, Angel proceeded
to eat the food that had just been set before them.
Suddenly, the vibrating
of Angel's cell phone on the table let her know she had a message.
Picking up the phone, she smirked while reading the message.
grabbed the table and was leaning forward waiting to hear what
the message said. Angel was furiously typing away while grinning.
Picking up her wine glass, she carefully took a sip. Slowly
placing her glass back down on the table, her phone vibrated
again, Angel smiled.
were turning white from gripping the table. She looked over
at Marybeth who was looking back and forth between Sheridan
and Angel waiting to find out what was going on. Sheridan's
self-assurance was slowly dissolving into panic.
Angel began typing
back. Glancing at Sheridan, Angel began smirking, then went
back to typing on her cell phone.
"Oh for the
love of God, will you tell us what the hell happened after we
left? Is everyone alright? What are you SMILING ABOUT?"
Sheridan's voice slowly grew louder and louder with each passing
question. As soon as she finished her tirade, the waitress stopped
at the table.
alright Ma'am?" the waitress asked cautiously.
mumbled, "Oh yes, I'm fine."
Marybeth hid her
smile as she took a sip of her wine. Angel didn't dare say anything
either. She knew Sheridan was about to go ballistic, not necessarily
at her, but she was just so tense about her situation and her
relationship with Kevin.
As Angel swallowed
the bite of food she used to camouflage her smile, she casually
answered, "We have dinner reservations at 6 PM at Grappa's.
Kevin said to wear a dress."
Sheridan's eyes bugged out of her head as she dropped her fork
full of fries. The waitress steered away from their table instead
of towards it this time.
still, Angel spoke just above a whisper, "And he prefers
the black leather stiletto shoes." Angel kept her head
down as her shoulders began to shake from laughter. Angel's
words shocked Marybeth, causing her to spray wine all over Sheridan
as she began choking from laughter. "I think he meant that
as a friend and not your boss."
"This day is
not going to get any better, I can tell." Sheridan muttered
as she left the table in a huff to the bathroom.
A young attendant
in the powder room assisted Sheridan with some seltzer water
to wipe the wine off her blouse. Once cleaned off, Sheridan
sighed as she stepped closer to the mirror. She was still staring
at the mirror when her friends joined her. "I need a spiritual
lift to get me through this weekend. If I don't, I'm going to
catch the next flight home. I can't handle all this pressure."
Angel sat in the
padded chair. "Me too. We aren't going to get through tonight
and tomorrow if we don't pump ourselves up. You're not going
home, this is business."
Flipping her cell-phone
open, Marybeth dashed out of the bathroom. Both of them waited
to see if she was going to come back. When they figured out
she wasn't going to, they returned to their table to find her
smiling and waiting for them.
"You could have
told us you were coming back here," Sheridan stirred the
food around on her plate, no longer hungry.
"I think we
should go now," Marybeth grabbed the signed receipt as
Angel polished off her burger.
"Geez, you could
let us finish," Angel grumbled as she snagged a fry from
her plate. Marybeth rushed them out the door. A cab pulled up
and Marybeth pushed the other two in, not waiting for the driver
to assist them.
"What the hell
has gotten into you?" Angel sat scrunched between the other
two other women.
Marybeth gave the
address, "I had a brainstorm."
"Care to fill
us in," Sheridan tried to make herself comfortable as the
three of them maneuvered for some personal space.
it's a surprise," Marybeth was giddy. She had called Kevin
quickly so that he could pay up on his promise for a day of
beauty, which had now turned into a half day of spa treatment.
"Is she wearing
a dress?" Kevin shot an olive at Nick as they stood in
the Motorola Lodge.
"How the hell
would I know?" Marybeth hung up on him. She stopped and
looked at the telephone, not believing what she had done. The
idea of calling him back to apologize had been snuffed out by
the return of Angel and Sheridan to the table.
The car ride was
short as they pulled up in front of the Westgate resort.
"What are we
doing here?" Angel stared at the beautiful resort.
are going to knock them dead at that premiere tonight. We have
to be back at the hotel so you can meet up with Kevin and Nick
by 6:00 at Grappa's and I can make my dinner date. We need time
to rest and relax."
me late Marybeth, Kevin will kill me!" Sheridan grappled
with the logistics of being at the Papillion Salon's counter
and ushered right in.
"I think you
know more people than we do," Angel giggled as they headed
for great massages and body wraps.
"Hair and make
up included," Marybeth calmed Sheridan down. The woman
looked like she was going to hyperventilate on her.
Angel grabbed Sheridan's
hand, "Come on you wussy. Big bad Kevin will like this.
All you have to do is wear those shoes." They changed and
met up in a room that had been set up purely for girlfriend
time. Sheridan let them chit-chat as Marybeth and Angel chose
the therapies they wanted.
Angel read down the
list, "Hell, I'm going to detox my body. I'll take the
Detoxify package with the herbal detoxifying wrap, aromatherapy
salt glow, and Swedish massage." The woman wrote down her
request. "Wait a minute, who is paying for this?"
Angel stopped the woman from writing.
"Oh, Kevin is,
he owes me," Marybeth's face puckered as she watched Sheridan's
nerves come back to the forefront.
"Hell, in that
case, let me look at this again." Angel's hand moved over
the service list.
Sheridan frowned at her.
Just the package. Hair and makeup too," Angel cast a glance
toward Sheridan to see if she approved.
you Miss?" as the somber looking woman turned to Marybeth
and awaited her request.
pointed to the service list to pick out what she wanted for
herself and didn't defer to Sheridan for approval either.
The woman consultant
looked at Sheridan and Sheridan backed away.
"Let me chose
for you. You look very stressed and anxious," the woman
behind the counter gently said.
"For you, I
think a Mountain Stone massage, followed by a Sugar and Spice
Honey Mango Body wrap, then your hair and makeup. It will do
you a world of good." The consultant smiled back at Sheridan.
Sheridan was going
to blindly follow the woman's instructions.
Angel muttered to
Marybeth, "Figures she chose the most expensive package.
She's no fool." Marybeth nodded her head in agreement.
Marybeth remarked, "Since she'll be in there for 180 minutes,
add a facial, manicure and pedicure for us too," pointing
to herself and Angel.
Angel stuck her tongue
out at Sheridan who returned a sneer at her. "Hey Sheridan,
Kevin may want to eat you if he hears you've been in a sugar
and spice with honey and mango body wrap." Angel laughed
as she stood up to follower her attendant.
Sheridan's face turned
two shades of red from embarrassment. "Get me away from
my best friend Thelma here and I will be very happy."
the women were ushered away to private rooms.
began to drift away with the massage. She tried to think about
nothing other than the film and the success of the film. However,
Kevin kept creeping into her thoughts. The warms stones seem
to draw the tension from her body, her mind relaxed, and then
Kevin would pop up in her brain again.
"You are very
tense," the therapist relayed what she could feel in the
"I know. I'm
just confused about a situation I'm in." Sheridan wanted
to talk but she needed another view, a non-biased view. She
just wasn't sure if this was appropriate behavior in a salon
or not. Her last visit to a spa had been a complete bomb. She
shivered, she didn't want to think about Tom either.
throughout your body. You need to relax and make your decisions
when you are calm, then you will make the right decisions."
"I haven't been
calm since I took over two new jobs, for which I share the same
superior for both. Now my boss wants a relationship. He wants
to be friends and see where it goes."
The woman didn't
comment but listened instead.
"I like him
very much, I'm attracted to him. We do get along most days.
He thinks we should be friends before we become lovers."
good to get to know someone first," The woman removed the
rocks and began the wrap.
"I feel like
I could go to sleep."
"You are more
than welcome to if you would like. You're not expected in the
hair salon for ninety minutes."
Sheridan closed her
eyes, "This feels so good."
The woman said nothing
as she continued to apply the wrap. Since her customer was sleeping
and she had nothing else to do, she tossed in a pedicure for
the little blonde, with bright red nail polish.
Sheridan was shook
gently and then became upset as she understood she had fallen
asleep. "I'm so sorry. I must have drifted off."
It shows you were relaxed, that is part of my job." The
woman sent her to rinse off and showed her to the hair salon.
She didn't see Angel
or Marybeth. "They didn't leave me, did they?"
"No, No, they
are in another part of the salon." Three people popped
up next to the woman. "She'll need a trim and style. Make
up as well. What are you wearing tonight?"
Sheridan smiled. "I think. I might have to stop at the
shop downstairs that I saw as my friends dragged me up here.
I need a dress to go with a certain pair of shoes."
"Ah yes. Play
up her eyes, she has gorgeous green eyes." The woman then
Sheridan sat up. "Thanks for listening. I hope I can come
"Of course you
will, my name is Marina." The woman tucked a card in Sheridan's
Clasping the card,
Sheridan nodded. "Thank you Marina."
Angel was chatting
away with her masseuse. Suddenly, her cell rang but she took
the call anyway. "Hmmm, hello."
"Tell me you
are not having fun without me?" Nick snickered as he watched
Kevin become disenchanted with the "Got Steamers?"
crowd and began ragging on Nick to move on. Nick needed to check
in at the Seven Jean's club for his photo op in ten minutes
anyways. First, he wanted to check on his girl.
"Are you two
okay?" Angel rolled her eyes when a particular spot was
touched and groaned out loud.
Nick looked at Kevin
funny. Now Kevin was listening. "You are getting a massage
from a lady right? I've heard that kind of noise before but
that was because I did it."
"Yes Nick and
I'm almost done. My body will be exfoliated, re-hydrated, and
absolutely glowing. Then I'm off to have a pedi….Ohhhhhh…"
Angel groaned again.
"I think we
should cut this conversation short, it's bugging me," Nick
tried to get some room since it now looked like he'd grown a
second head, named Kevin. "Kevin, back-off!" Nick
pulled the telephone away.
for it," Kevin grumped back at Nick.
"Well now I
can't wait until later. Your skin is going to look beautiful
and feel so good sliding next to mine."
Kevin walked away.
Angel snorted and
then whispered into the telephone so the masseuse couldn't hear
her. "Hey Nick, tell Kevin they wrapped Sheridan up in
honey and mango, she is lickable." Angel hung up. Not a
minute later, her cell phone rang. She checked the number; it
was Kevin for sure. She ignored the call.
Marybeth just relaxed,
she didn't have a care in the world. She didn't think about
the project, A.J. or anything else. Tonight had to be a success
for her, she needed to impress this woman in order to open doors
for herself. The film industry could be a man's world unless
you had the right contacts. Kevin seemed to be driving her to
do this. His words re-iterated in her head. "You can't
work for Gene forever."
Like clockwork, all
three girls were all standing at the front door of the resort,
admiring each other as they waited for the cab to take them
back to the hotel to change. Angel and Nick had cooked up a
plan to meet at Grappa's so that both men could be surprised.
"What's in the box Sheridan?" Angel checked out the
designer box in the bag Sheridan was holding.
"Oh, I see,"
Marybeth winked. "Would that dress match those leather
stilettos that Kevin was asking about?"
Sheridan smiled back. "I think Mr. Richardson will be pleasantly
"Is this evening
going to be a Kevin and Sheridan night?" Angel wondered
what the hell had happened during the massage. Did Sheridan
reach a monumental decision without discussing it with her first?
"I haven't decided
if there will be a Kevin and Sheridan. Believe it or not ladies,
I have a brain and I'm the engineer on this train."
Angel dropped her
head not wanting to laugh out loud. In her head, she was screaming
hysterically over the analogy. 'We'll see who is going to drive
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