it's too much pressure!
Last night Wade and I went to a very nice dinner party at my in-laws, without the kids--we had a SITTER and EVERYTHING; when she showed up, Charlie announced, "Meredith is here! You can go! Bye bye!" I wore my fabulous sparkly lace-up espadrilles, and when my beloved husband saw them he said, "What do you have on your FEET?" Love that man. The babysitter, however, said, "Oh, I love your shoes!" She also cleaned up the kitchen AND emptied my dishwasher. I really DO love her.
So! Dinner! Lovely! Although we had to sit at the kids table. Yes, really! Fortunately our friends Adam and Julie (hi, Julie!) were also banished to the children's corner, which made it more fun. Because you know, at the Grown Ups table they were talking about who the Democrats should run for what US Senate seat, while we were spilling wine on ourselves and talking about how Adam pretended to like cats when he was dating Julie. We really got the good end of the deal.
It did make me wonder, though, when precisely I will actually BE a Grown Up--you know, when I would prefer to sit at the big table and talk politics instead of sitting at the kids table trying to persuade the nice woman serving the dinner to bring us MORE WINE! And leave the bottle, please!
Anyway, this blog came up in conversation several times during the evening, at both tables, in the usual are-you-going-to-write-about-this way. And now I'm feeling the pressure to come up with something REALLY FUNNY! about last night, because who KNOWS who might be reading! And I'm drawing a blank.
More and more people I know for real are reading this site, which is a good thing! Yay people I know! Thank you for reading! Love you all! My friend Caroline (hi, Caroline!) says, "Your blog sounds JUST LIKE YOU," which is both a wonderful compliment and a little sad because OH MY GOD this is what I sound like ALL THE TIME. What was my point?
Oh! Yes! People I know and the pressure to write something FUNNY. I've got nothing.
On Friday morning, I met my friend Molly (hi, Molly!) at the park, before we went to the eye doctor. That afternoon, her husband came home and said, "I hear Charlie is getting glasses."
"No," Molly said. "Henry. Henry has glasses."
And Miles said, "You didn't read Susan's blog today, did you?"
So the pressure! Can you feel the pressure? I may crack. Get ready--I'll write about it when it happens.
So! Dinner! Lovely! Although we had to sit at the kids table. Yes, really! Fortunately our friends Adam and Julie (hi, Julie!) were also banished to the children's corner, which made it more fun. Because you know, at the Grown Ups table they were talking about who the Democrats should run for what US Senate seat, while we were spilling wine on ourselves and talking about how Adam pretended to like cats when he was dating Julie. We really got the good end of the deal.
It did make me wonder, though, when precisely I will actually BE a Grown Up--you know, when I would prefer to sit at the big table and talk politics instead of sitting at the kids table trying to persuade the nice woman serving the dinner to bring us MORE WINE! And leave the bottle, please!
Anyway, this blog came up in conversation several times during the evening, at both tables, in the usual are-you-going-to-write-about-this way. And now I'm feeling the pressure to come up with something REALLY FUNNY! about last night, because who KNOWS who might be reading! And I'm drawing a blank.
More and more people I know for real are reading this site, which is a good thing! Yay people I know! Thank you for reading! Love you all! My friend Caroline (hi, Caroline!) says, "Your blog sounds JUST LIKE YOU," which is both a wonderful compliment and a little sad because OH MY GOD this is what I sound like ALL THE TIME. What was my point?
Oh! Yes! People I know and the pressure to write something FUNNY. I've got nothing.
On Friday morning, I met my friend Molly (hi, Molly!) at the park, before we went to the eye doctor. That afternoon, her husband came home and said, "I hear Charlie is getting glasses."
"No," Molly said. "Henry. Henry has glasses."
And Miles said, "You didn't read Susan's blog today, did you?"
So the pressure! Can you feel the pressure? I may crack. Get ready--I'll write about it when it happens.
14 Comments:
All Merediths are fabulous and will clean your kitchen and fawn on your fabulous shoes ;-)
Really! You sound like this all the time? Then you MUST come visit me!
My son and I once arranged lunch through the comment box on my blog.
Pick up the phone? What a novel thought.
I started to tell him something yesterday and he reminded me he'd already read it.
On the blog of course.
Hi. I'm sticking to my story, it does sound just like you--totally lovable! And fasionable, too.
Although there's always the extra benefit of getting some scoop on your brother (another baby?!), I appreciate your blog because your funny and transparent and refreshingly familiar. And you make my husband blush.
Think of all the material you could write about if you went to your high school reunion...
Sounds like a grand evening. And I really must get me a pair of shoes like those. Are they even remotely comfortable?
I've never graduated from the kids table at family gatherings. They ran out of room at the grownup table right before I was old enough to graduate. Now I am stuck there with my kids, and my older cousins' kids while my older cousins STILL get to sit with the grownups.
And in our family there is no wine at the kids table. So I have to hide it in the pantry and grap gulps while supposedly trying to find something...I've never felt more like a lush.
Can you post a picture of the sparkly espadrilles? Cause I want some. I'm also still waitig for details about the naked dress from SATC?
I think it's funny when people from Real Life read the blog...unless it feels like stalking. I have a coworker who lurks and then comments to me in person. Weird.
I hear ya. Alot of my friends and family read the blog, and some are really funny about it. They don't mention it at all, not even if I'm retelling a story I've already written about. I know when my FIL has been there on a Thursday night, because the site meter is usually around an hour while he catches up on the week, and obviously, the location and IP addy. A couple of weeks ago, I said, "You were on my blog tonight." He blushed! Course it was right before all those posts about Le Vagine and Le Grande Cyst, but it was funny - like he was caught looking at porn or something. ROFL!
I need to know what you wore WITH the sparkly espadrilles.
Yeah- very few people in my other life (offline) know about the blog. I don't want to censor myself more than I already do (because I never write about my job- because I work with children and I just feel 'not right' about that, besides I don't think my students would appreciate me spreading their mishaps through cyberspace, either (ba-dum-dum)).
If my in-laws ever found my blog, I'd have to go into hiding.
eek.
Reading this gives me more incentive to remain anonymous! Seriously, like I need MORE pressure in my life? My husband knows I keep a blog, and so do my sisters, but I've never told them the name or anything. Maybe there will come a time when I'm comfortable with telling people, but not yet.
You tell people you know you have a blog? Wow you're brave! But what happens if you want to bitch about them later?
So you don't think you're funny, huh? Maybe that's why you are funny!
This is why I only share my blog with a few friends, and no family. Less pressure!
Glad you had a lovely evening out, and hope you drank plenty of wine at the children's table. I always serve wine at the children's table. Makes them sleep better. Doesn't everyone?
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