Monday, March 31, 2008

Baby Shower

I was invited to a baby show. I don't usually go to those things because most of my friends are guys and guys don't usually GO to those things. But this particular friend has a fiance like me (which may be why I like her) and she had a shower that was both sexes.

The night before, I find out that a friend of mine and his wife will be there. He and I were chatting and as we discussed the shower, we hoped there would be beer. Then we realized that, for what we might be about to put up with - a baby shower, possibly only knowing each other and the mom and dad, and a baby shower - there had better be beer. 

The shower turned into a reunion of sorts. It turns out that A., the mother, knows some of the same people I know. So we all grab a beer, Newcastle (A., the dad's, favourite) and we stand around the food table talking and laughing. All the guys but one were husbands of someone. all the girls but 2 were the wives of someone. Every woman at the shower were all women who don't usually have other women as friends, so it wasn't so bad. I lasted nearly 30 minutes laughing and talking in the living room with them before I started to yperventilate and went outside to hand with the guys. They laughed at me, then we went in to watch A. open her gifts. I would like to say that part was fun, but we stood around in the back of the room talking undour our breath and drinking more Newcastles.

My gift was not in a pretty bag with a card. I realized then that I need a wife who would make sure that all that stuff was right for other people. As it were, my gift was more last minute than I would have liked. I mean, I was sick for two days preceding. That should be some kind of excuse, right?

In the end, it was a great time. I got to drink a few beers with friends, I got to eat some great food, had some really excellent chocolate cake (it was a baby face, complete with pacifier - very cute, if you're into that sort of thing) and to say a good time was had by all would be making light of a great time.

Friday, March 21, 2008

Being Away

First of all, I am typing on a keyboard that is set up very different - the outside keys anyway. I can't connect to the internet because neither one of us knows the other language well enough to get the same information from his windows computer to my mac.

Anyway. you know how it is when you are away from home. You like that you are gone, you enjoy your environment, but you really miss the things of home. Not things like food. but things like hanging out with your friends every Thursday and watching LOST together and waking up snuggled next to your husband or just walking around your own house.

We are on day 8 of our 10 day trip and although I love being here (here, right now, is France!!!!!!!!), I really want to go home.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

This Is Why

I think the reason I try so hard to get better and be good at what I do and hopefully, eventually, be the best is because one day, when a meteor is heading towards the earth and all of humanity is panicking and the President of the United States calls for all the best of the artists and great thinkers and orators and all of that to be put in the special underground bunkers specifically designed and stocked up for just such a disaster,  before they hold a lottery for everyone else, I want to be called to go to the underground artist hideout to ride out the impact.

Cause I've never played the lottery in my life and I don't like my chances otherwise.