So. My entire adult-friend-making-status-quo-structure of only being friends with people who have kids who are friends with my kid fell to pieces – was shattered – when I received an invitation from a person who I’ve never met. The invitation was from a person who has the audacity to not have a child the same age as Roan. Yeh, that’s right people. I was not only recently invited to a stranger’s home, but it was a home one state over, in New Jersey. I would have to take one F train, one Path train, and one bus to get there. This entire scenario sounds like it’s right outside of my comfort zone but I didn’t shown you this yet:
Photo stolen directly from Thursday Night Smackdown.
|This is a picture of a dessert that would be served at this stranger’s home. It is what will be “Grownup Banana Pudding” which is The Awesome. Also, the stranger is the architect of this sentence:
“I’m pretty sure the season finale of LOST already happened, so just use it [the bourbon-laced banana pudding] as a stand-in for whatever other thing you want your kids asleep for: pulling out the bong, playing Grand Theft Auto, watching an R-rated moving picture, talking about them behind their backs, or obsessively watching Discovery Channel specials about the truth and/or fiction of the conspiracy theories behind Angels & Demons even though you find the book itself to be a horrid pastiche of clichés and harbinger of the destruction of literature.*
*Say what you want, but link to the Illuminati or no, Freemasons are weird.”
C’mon, that’s a beautiful thing. I also was prohibited from declining by Anson, lord of the carnivores when he was made aware that the name of the event was “Smoke-A-Thon”, and that the supplies were described thusly:
“15 pounds of pork butt, 26 pounds of chicken thighs, 40 pounds of baby back ribs, 2 smokers (in the backyard, not the fridge), 12 hours, 1 afternoon of greatness.
T-minus one week and it is ON. The Porkening III: Smoke With a Vengeance.”
The invitation was from Michelle, the brains, bravery, brawn and beauty behind Thursday Night Smackdown. There was not a chance we would say “no”. My family not only got our New Jersey on, we took a sister, a cousin, and had the best food of our lives. Anson kept walking around the party showing people the goose bumps he was sporting from meat-induced-ecstasy. I noticed a few wide-eyed suspicious glances, but mostly was smitten with the goofy grin on my dude’s face. Roan and Boone found their video-game soul mate in Brian, Michelle’s beloved. Yes, they spent the better time of the party playing Wii, but did they have the time of their lives? Yes they did. So much so that on the walk back to the Path train, Boone commented, “New Jersey is so much better than New York”, to which Roan shook his head in adamant agreement sighing, “Yeh, it is. I love New Jersey”.
Though I have a little deprogramming to do on both my son (Brooklyn rules) and my husband (eating mac ‘n’ cheese every other night is totally fulfilling) I couldn’t be happier with our Memorial Day, and our new friends. Thanks to TNS and their people for making us feel so welcome, and so very very full.