Thursday, March 5, 2009
See, 11 years ago when Honey and I bought our first house, I felt a little bit out of my league. Especially when the first neighbor we met rang our doorbell and asked me if my mom was home. No kidding. I would LOVE to have that happen now...but I was 23 then, I think? Anyway....I was also one of the only girls in the neighborhood who worked all day and didn't have any children. So, one of the moms down the street invited me to play Bunco with her and her friends.
I would get home from work, get out of my work clothes, take off the jewelry, throw my hair up and put on some comfortable thing. But when I walked into the first Bunco night, I was so surprised. All of the girls were totally dressed up. Makeup, lipstick, jewelry. The house was GORGEOUS and intimidating. They were all married to pilots who made a ton of money. Could I have been more out of place? I think I played three times with them and then I had to back out. Just not my kind of crowd. Wow.
Now...it's 11 years later and I got an email invite from a friend that she was organizing a group. I decided to go for it. I felt a lot more on the same page with these girls. It was relaxed. We meet at a little neighborhood Mexican restaurant and I was home by 9:00. Not only that, I won $20. Hmm.
I'm not really sure why I feel like I shouldn't talk loudly about playing Bunco. Is it lame? Do I care if it's lame? Maybe, maybe not.
Posted by StandsMom at 9:22 PM