I’ve been M.I.A., I know. I guess because I’ve been busy, but I can’t recall many blog-worthy occurrences. How does that happen? We’re all so busy running around each day, we have to schedule conversations with long-distance friends, book appointments on our lunch breaks and drop off our dry cleaning in sweaty t-shirts straight from the gym. Yet, we can’t recall what we did on Friday. It’s a manic Monday and I’m already wishing it was the weekend.
So, here’s the thing. The most exciting things that have happened to me lately are:
a.) I’ve been trying for weeks to videotape a man who dances savagely while flaunting a $.99 “Sloppy Joe” sign outside this shady, grim-looking restaurant. He’s planted at an intersection where the short light and my driving/videotaping capabilities are no match for his colorful, hip shaking and sign twirling abilities. I am currently strategizing a new line of attack. Stay tuned.
b.) I passed a strip club last week and have questioned my own marketing/advertising talents when I saw how the owner used good ole’ fashion shock tactic. A neon flashing sign declared: “24 Pretty Girls, One Ugly One.” Wow, at 7 a.m. Now that’s a little more fearless than competitors. Admit it. Aren’t you slightly curious as to what the “Ugly” one looks like? Pretty bold. I bet a few “stragglers” will use that as their excuse for entering. Yes, that made my morning.
c.) The past week, I’ve been seeing blue. No, I haven’t been diagnosed with some neurological disorder or become manic-depressive. I hosted a baby shower brunch over the weekend. It was a pretty interesting feat to only purchase blue items leading up until the day. Blue-frosted cupcakes, streamers, confetti and napkins adorned my house. The only blue, non-alcoholic drink I could think of that’s blue was Kool Aid. Maybe not as classy as other mocktails, but an instant classic nonetheless.
I feel honored to be the one to throw the shower and test out our wedding-ware. Especially, since most people claim you only use around 2% of what you end up putting on your registry. I think hosting not only made me feel like I was sharing in my friend’s baby bliss, but for the first time in a long time – I felt like I was hosting a party as an adult. Rarely do I eat a meal at a table. Rather, with a pillow on my lap and a plate on top. Why? It serves as a hot pad and it closes the gap between lap and mouth. I’ve lost a lot of food to the floor (and dog) thinking otherwise.
More often than not, we use our casual dishes or even palm tree garnished plastic dishes. I guess, you could say, the party forced me to pull out the inner Emily Post my grandmother and aunt instilled in me as a little girl. Funny thing about that. Apparently, she grew up right out of her Keds and etiquette. Saturday was the day of the party. I woke up with a list of last minute to-dos:
1. Sweep – check.
2. Ice in champagne bucket, casserole in oven – check, check.
3. Set table – I stared at the tangle of reflective steel.
‘Holy crap. How do you set a table?’ I asked my dog, Daisy. She blinked in between a few blank stares. Ugh. I knew I was on my own. I felt a lump in my throat. ‘Has our casual lifestyle taken everything I learned about dining etiquette when I was six and thrown away the key?’ I thought. For the life of me, I could not remember where the fork, knife, spoon or champagne glass went.
Too ashamed to call my mother, I thought– this is why we have the internet. Yep, I had to look up instructions on how to set a table. An hour before the party, the tables were set. I didn’t measure that the top of the plate was two inches from the bottom of the water glass, but I’m fairly certain it was close.
I’m so ecstatic my friend got to have an entire day celebrating her and her baby. Her life is about to change in so many ways I can’t even begin to imagine. The entire day, I sat and listened to current and future Moms talking about their pregnancies and children and saw the sparkle in their eyes as they told their stories. I was worried that I was playing dress up and house all wrong. In the midst of diaper cakes, pastries and baby Bingo – I knew no one was worried about the table settings. The day was focused more on the anticipation of this new family member than anything else and you know something? Hardly any Kool Aid was left.