Since so many people have asked (like 3!), I thought I’d offer a follow up post to my “family affair” playdate this past Sunday.
Let me start with a free form word/thought association as the 2 hour playdate carried out:
- Man, steep hill. Hope I can get the car back down
- Whoa, flat backyard. Nice
- Hi, good to see you. Thanks for the invite
- Hmm, house layout is similar to ours
- Man, a Sunroom?
- Man, two fireplaces?
- Man, a finished basement?
- Damn, nice bar!
- Dude, that’s gotta be at least $3,000 in top shelf liquor!
- Man, this is a really nice place. Makes ours feel kinds smallish
- (lightbulb coming on in head) You sold your house in Vinings for $700K? No wonder you can afford all the work you’ve done on this place!
- Where are the kids?
- Sure, I’ll take a Corona!
- No really, we can’t stay too long.
- Of course you have a Wii already? Doesn’t everyone EXCEPT my kids?
- Um, spoiled much?
- You’re fifty? Dang!
- I smell poopy diapers.
- Best get going.
- Thanks again.
- I can’t see a damn thing backing down this hill. I hope I don’t hit her green designer Target lawn bags!
Yeah, that pretty much sums it up. We had a good time, and cut the playdate at about 2 hours right when the dad was talking about lighting up the firepit outside. I’m not sure how they saw the evening playing out, but we left at 5 p.m. Any longer and we’d have been cutting into dinner and baths and such and to my knowledge, there was no invitation to dinner.
Maybe it’s just me, but do you ever get the feeling when you meet new people that you’re being sized up as a couple for a potential “swingers party” invitation? While I’m not interested (much), I would like to think that CareerMom and I would be at the top of any swinger’s party list because we’re just THAT good looking. Much like, I’m not gay, but I would probably get all offended if gay men didn’t think I was boyfriend material (does that make me gay?).
People are funny though. CareerMom and I were both taken aback by their house, and their stories of yearly “Adult Only” trips, because one of the first times we met the mom, she was complaining about her daughter wanting a jumpy thing at her birthday party and the mom was saying how she wasn’t going to spend $50 on it.
I guess it just comes down to priorities. If it made my kid happy, I’d forgo the vacation to Aruba so I could splurge on his birthday party.
Anyway, it was good to meet new folks and their son is definitely good friend material, so time well spent.
Hey, in case I don’t talk to any of you before Thursday, have a fantastic Thanksgiving!