I like how old I am right now. And how void of responsibilities. Although this means that I am also void of assets and credentials, I am OK for the time being if it means that I can also be the snarky brat at grown-up parties.
Last night, Dorothy from Small Group invited the group and some of her real friends over for a spread of delicious tapas (which she cooked and served in a pretty dress and heels). Erik the Blonde and I were probably the youngest folks there (I know, the term 'young' as applied to me gets more relative each day). Katy and Jason were probably not too far behind. In short, it was Small Group vs. the Adults. And we showed what we thought of the arrangement.
As the party progressed, a couple came in with their dog in a sweater...
Jason: Oh God. First babies now dogs? What do people think this is?
Moi: I know. I was thinking the exact same thing. Except I wasn't joking.
Jason: I'm not joking either. This is ridiculous.
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