Late this afternoon Alexander and I head over to Laurie’s house. Laurie is new to our book club, having just joined this fall. Upon meeting her, I immediately liked her. I am happy she invited “Lyn and family” to her open house party and I told Alexander a couple of weeks ago that we’d be going.
But now that the day is here, the whining begins.
Why do I have to go?
This is your friend, not mine.
If it were around the corner, I wouldn’t mind so much, but it’s all the way in Chelsea.
Who else is going to be there that’s my age?
How long do we have to stay?
What if I make dinner tonight; can I stay home if I do that?
I have cold, I might give it to someone.
I am still hung over and won’t make a good first impression.
An adorable three-year old boy sits behind us on the bus. His mother overhears our conversation and asks, “Is this what I have to look forward to?”
We get to the party and it is packed with people I don’t know but who seem to know each other. I am rarely comfortable in this kind of situation. I am much better in a small group.
Eventually we see some people we know who have a daughter Alexander’s age. “Is Lauren here?” I ask. Lauren was a classmate of Alexander’s in elementary school and is now a sophomore at Wesleyan. “Are you kidding? She wouldn’t come. She’s probably still asleep.”
Alexander turns to me and says, “I’m outta here.” And with that, he's gone. I stay and enjoy hanging out with old friends.
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