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November 30, 2005
demented and sad, but social
A friend of mine, who at the time was a little soft around the middle and very self-conscious about it, used to describe his personal Faustian bargain as being married to Uma Thurman, but not being able to wear a shirt for the rest of his life. That's kind of how I feel about where we live.
I've been trying hard to understand why I'm so freaked out by the people here. Am I secretly jealous of the stay-at-homes and their SUVs, big diamonds and golfing husbands? Does it bring back feelings of inadequacy from my own childhood, where we were certainly well off but by no means rich? Is my friend too sexy for his shirt, so sexy it hurts?
A couple of weeks after we moved, I got an invitation to come to a "welcome coffee" sponsored by some of The Ladies in town. I like coffee and usually I like the ladies so I went. The event itself was fine, just a few women in various states of frazzledness that comes from trying to wedge adult social activity into your otherwise child-centric day. While there, I was recruited to help The Ladies social committee plan some upcoming events. Since I have an event planning background and an almost freakish need to be social, I agreed to help.
Next thing you know, the woman who recruited me disappears into the ether and suddenly I am responsible for throwing a cocktail party for 50+ people at some other woman's house. I managed to get the invites done and out in a record two days and I thought they came out pretty cute, but they were met with a rather lackluster reception from The Ladies.
With the date fast approaching (it's this Saturday!), decisions needed to be made. It's gonna be a vintage-y, Asian-themed cocktail party with cranberry cocktails and sushi. As my husband pointed out, if I have to throw this frigging thing I should just do what I want. Now all I need to do is get a black taffeta cocktail dress that says "Fuck" in rhinestones across the chest, get drunk at the party, and make out with some golfers in the coat closet.
Posted by Max at November 30, 2005 03:04 PM
Comments
Hows-about if I get a matching red cocktail dress (you know, Christmas colors) with the word "You" emblazoned across it and we can stand near each other all night? That oughta teach The Ladies how to appreciate a handmade invite.
Posted by: Pea at December 1, 2005 04:23 PM
I like it! Then my husband could get "ERS" on his shirt and we could line up you, me, husband.
I best be consuming many of those cocktails.
Posted by: Max at December 2, 2005 01:59 AM
LOL - I hope it goes better than you expect, although I do think it would generate some entertaining blogging if it all goes awry.
Posted by: Jenny at December 2, 2005 07:35 PM