Strippers?

My husband and I got invited to a fortieth birthday party this evening.   It was one of those things with people at the school your children go to so you look at the evite to see who else is invited.   You look to see how many people are invited and who’s already RSVP’d yes and no.    You look at your calendar and then, weighing all factors, decide if you’re going. 

This party was interesting I thought because it was rather small.   It was being thrown for one of the staff at school that we’ve known for six years now but haven’t done much with socially outside the school.    The other list of invitees were mostly staff and a few parents.   But on the whole, not a social group that had ever been together before in that configuration.  

We knew every one of the invitees, but I was wondering why we got invited versus some of the other parents?   You know how you feel like you made some sort of cut because you made the list?   It was a bit like that.   With my in-laws having the children, my husband signed up for a vegetarian side dish we marked us down as attending.  

The party was low key and friendly with everyone moving around and having a chance to socialize with everyone else.   The person for whom the birthday party was being given was saying, “and there had better be no strippers at this party!”   She said she wouldn’t put it past her husband, and then she looked around the room at each of the ladies there and told us if she thought we’d be “in” or “out” if there was a plot to bring a stripper to her fortieth birthday party. 

She looked at me and said, “you’d totally be in.”   I said, “not only would I be in, I’d line up the stripper and I’d work with Charlotte over there because I bet she knows people.”   

As we left around ten o’clock I told her I was sorry I was going to have to miss the stripper(s) but it was late and it was past my bedtime.   I said that’s what happens when you get over forty…

The Big Boy Update:  Nana called me today saying my son just had to have an app on his iPad,.   This mean my son had seen a commercial and decided he couldn’t live without it.   Thankfully a lot of things are try and buy with micro transactions these days so I said sure.   While we were on the phone I authorized it on my iPad and then Nana said, “oh, I see it’s available for download now.  But you can’t play it until we get back from the boat ride.”

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My husband recently upgraded two of our Amazon Alexa’s to have screens.   There’s a tiny one beside his bed and a big one in the kitchen.   When my daughter realized you could do video calls from one to the other using Drop In, she tried it out.   She wasn’t sure where to be in front of it though so we got a very nice close up of her nose and cheek for the call.