So I know I do not always have the best outlook on life. It's a struggle with me, always has been. I can't escape that. I tend to be fatalistic, sarcastic and down right melancholic at times. As well as angry (that's kind of a new one)
Now, this is thing. I don't have any best friends. I really haven't had one since college. Very sad. I know. I'm not a fru-fru girl (if there is a paintergirl out there you is fru-fru, bring her forth) I'm really a bit of a tomboy. Almost 40 and I still think I'm 25.
Back to the friends. I went to my first DAR meeting. (Daughters of the American Revolution.) What is so darn funny with that is almost everyone there was over 70. Not exactly the place for me to find a best friend. These are all very religious women, who wear crosses (not for vampire slaying mind you) and little flag pins. I went to this because I thought I could be the one to help change the way the DARS are. Maybe yes, maybe no. It's too soon to tell.
My second BIG chance at best friendom is a "Celebration of Life" party. Doesn't that make you want to go and read "American Psycho"? So it's for a neighbor and she is due in October. She has a boy a year younger than my son. We went to his b'day party and they came to our son's. I like them. I do, but it's their friends that drive me out of my mind. Upon meeting this one woman, she greets me with "Oh, you're a designer too" in that condescending manner that only sorority girls know how pull off.
Well, I am not going to this "Party" but I still keep receiving these chain emails from all the gals. My sorority buddy pipes up and says "I'll make pork tederloin, unless anyone objects."
Who the F makes pork tenderloin grandma? I object since I hate pork and I, um don't eat meat! Woulnd't here usually be something more party friendly?
I know I'm going to miss out on a real humdinger of a party, with sparkling cider and pork. (MMM..pork) I just want to kick back and have a beer with my husband. Is that so wrong?