STACY had foot surgery ten days ago and has a lame cast on her stupid foot and has only five more weeks of being couch bound to look forward to. The only achievement as of late is that she's hit her fattest and most unattractive period of her adult life. Stacy's downfall is salt, chips and salsa, salt, wine, chili lime salt and salt. Not only does she not wear white pants, she's not worn any form of pants (due to her giant bottom) since 2005. As she writes this, a sad pathetic tear rolls down her sad pathetic cheek.
JILL would like to get up and walk away from her computer to actually get something accomplished but feels trapped in a perpetual state of numbness. While she used to enjoy life as a runner, now she simply runs from herself. After her husband of 18 years left her high and dry, she started wetting her whistle with impressive amounts of cabernet. Jill tends to stuff her feelings into baked potatoes and tops them with veggies to lessen her guilt for having lost control. It doesn't help.
JILL & STACY barely remember each other from their one year of college together. In fact, until recently (when Jill discovered an old year book) they had no idea they were actually in a play together. It was THE MATCHMAKER (they think) Both have racked their brains for fond memories but to no avail. Stacy DOES remember that the guy in the picture is the first boy she ever made out with soon after her first beer. Jill and Stacy wouldn't recognize each other if they passed each other on the street but that's not stopping them from embarking on one of the biggest challenges of her lives.
