I am fortunate to live very close, geographically, to many of my college best friends. We have, of course, congregated in this area because of the theatre, and that’s why we all became friends in the first place, in college, but still – it is a rare thing, and a beautiful thing. I see my core group of college friends on a pretty regular basis.
And so … over the past couple of weeks we have been trying to organize a bit of a Sunday brunch. Due to Thanksgiving, due to Christmas, due to family obligations, due to my Ireland jaunt, due to our busy lives, it’s been a while since we’ve all gotten together.
Many group emails went back and forth in January.
“We need to get together!”
“January is already booked solid for me.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“How about February?”
“February, so far, looks good.”
“We should plan it NOW though, because you know how things get.”
“Is a Saturday or a Sunday better?”
“I can’t do Saturday because I host the Brownie troop at my house.”
“Sunday then? Any Sunday in February?”
“Can we all agree that Sunday is better? Okay, then. Sunday.”
“Let’s have some kind of a brunch on February 6 then. Is February 6 good for all of us?”
“February 6 is fine. Let’s do it!”
“February 6 sounds great.”
“February 6. Check.”
“I’m in.”
“I’m in.”
“Count me in.”
“February 6.”
“February 6.”
“February 6.”
“February 6.”
“February 6.”
And now, of course. FEBRUARY 6.
Ahem.
Needless to say, over the last week, we all frantically began emailing one another, AT THE SAME TIME.
“Uhm … can’t do February 6, now.”
“Because of the Patriots, February 6 is now no good for me.”
“Count me out. February 6 is out.”
“Need to see you guys, but not on that particular day.”
“Love you all. But won’t make it on Feb. 6 so don’t even ask.”
Well, no-one expected the Patriots to be busy either..
*ducks*
How come you don’t just all switch from a brunch to a Super Bowl party and still get together?
This is, indeed, what will happen. But because all of them have husbands and kids they all are going to be hosting wild Super Bowl parties at their abodes … and so it is up to me, single chick, to decide which party I want to go to. Not too shabby!
Or you could spend each quarter at a different party..
To do that, one would need a vehicle. Which I do not have. I will plant my ass on a couch at ONE of these parties, and NOT. MOVE.
But think of the comedic potential, Sheila..
Plus, there’s always the chance that changing locations could involve tripping with a beer bottle in your hand…
Emily – hahahaha Exactly.
I ain’t movin’.
*cue interesting scar story*
So, it was the Superbowl and I had 4 parties to get to..
Just watch out for those screen doors. . .
I come from a long line of Steelers fans (it took several years in Chicagoland before I stopped pronouncing “wash” as “worsh”, and most of my relatives say “y’uns” as the plural of “you”) but Sunday’s game reminded me of something my father used to say when a team he liked lost and he heard people make dumb excuses, saying “They would have won if only X hadn’t happened.”
My dad would say “Well, the problem is, the other guys used the old PLAY BETTER trick.”
Ash -hahahahaha That’s great!
Ash, former component of the Pin-Striped Satan though he may be, one cannot hlp but be reminded of yet more of the immortal words of Yogi Berra: “We woulda’ won if they hadn’t beat us.”
Go Pats! :-)
Don’t forget to have a hunky (but dumb) guy to get beers for you while you lounge on the couch during a Patriot 20 point Super Bowl victory.