I’m not very good at mingling. Because I find small talk kind of soul crushing. But I’m in a new town so I give it my best effort. Ok, I give it my mediocre effort.
I recently went to a super cute event at an organic body shop where we all sipped wine, got a complimentary beauty treatment and mingled.
Several women were talking about a book they had all read for a recent book club and I’m just listening and flying under the radar because I haven’t read it. And then one of the women (let’s call her Darcy) suddenly turns to me and says,
“Do you like to read books?”
And I say, “Umm… I pretty much read newspapers and magazines,” hoping that she assumes “Wall Street Journal” and “The New Yorker” rather than the more accurate “New York Post” and “Elle.”
I really wish I said, “I pretty much stick to non-fiction,” which is sort of true because when I do read a book, it’s usually non-fiction. But the moment passed and it seemed pathetic to clarify my answer.
And then somehow the conversation turns to Darcy’s evening habits and she shares that she doesn’t watch TV because there is nothing on and she goes to bed at 9 pm and reads.
And I’m transfixed by this statement.
Nothing on? But “Gossip Girl” just got a bit steamy. And we are close to figuring out “The Melrose Place” killer and “Accidentally on Purpose” is a super cute sitcom. And Rick and I loved the first season of “Bored to Death” on HBO and the finale of “Project Runway” is this week. You mean, this gal Darcy doesn’t even know that Irina, the “PR” meanie, will probably win “Project Runway” despite that fact that Nina thinks an all black collection is a fashion don’t?
What kind of life is that?! These shows are like my brain candy after a long day with the kids.
But I say nothing. Luckily, I have one friend there who understands and gives proper respect to the CW.
After my mini facial (which was this holistic, zen experience like no other facial I’ve ever experienced), it’s time to eat super fab chocolate and then head home.
We say goodbye to Darcy who encourages us to come to the next book club meeting.
“When you start a movie club, I’m your girl!” I joke back.
And then I realize…
1. I am really not kidding at all. A movie club would be awesome.
2. Darcy thinks I’m a moron. The next time I run into her, I’m totally mentioning that I have a graduate degree.
3. Darcy will think I’m a moron with a graduate degree.
4. Luckily, I have plenty of friends on the CW.