Love, Pork Rinds, And Aging Beauty Queens
A get-together with friends is always a riot, moreso if this is a gathering with a certain set of friends that you had so much in common with, that you have not seen in ages. Last night I had dinner with this group of friends to celebrate the birthday of one of us, and we made it a point to have a reunion every year for this particular birthday just so we can keep track of one another and repeat the same laughter over the silliness of our younger days.
How conversation goes is so predictable for each set of friends. Last night we talked of nothing but love, sex, diet, and hardly about anything else, and we couldn't stop laughing. And you wouldn't believe how randy and rowdy it gets when you are in the midst of some groovy, some tragic, all nutty, PMSing, primadonna, divaesque, midlifing chicks and homos with attitude.
Certain things came to surface that were the things we individually hoped to leave at home's doorstep but really came with us to dinner, no matter how we tried to keep it light. You could tell from someone's momentary pause or furtive glance that somehow, even despite the facade of ok-ness, somethings aren't quite right, and you feel the empathy. You are with friends after all. Last night, I found out that two are depressed over not being able to have kids. One is going through heavy marital problems because of a philandering husband. The homo sisters declare that they are so over the restlessness of casual sex and are longing to settle down. Some are single and looking, some are not too okay financially, things like that. And of course we all worry about the talk of war and its perceived effect on the country, the world and the future of our children.
Funny how we all have grown up and look at our lives before us and bask over our small victories and ponder our failings. Yet in the midst of this all, we can only own up to the fact that we are all still these amateur human beings, and will surely be subject to more.
It was fun last night, like an emotional rollercoaster. It was like looking at picture postcards from the past, and visions of the future. We were, after all, beauty queens again, even for the night, and with pictures to show for. We had fun, we were fabulous, and we just couldn't keep our hands off the pork rinds.
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How conversation goes is so predictable for each set of friends. Last night we talked of nothing but love, sex, diet, and hardly about anything else, and we couldn't stop laughing. And you wouldn't believe how randy and rowdy it gets when you are in the midst of some groovy, some tragic, all nutty, PMSing, primadonna, divaesque, midlifing chicks and homos with attitude.
Certain things came to surface that were the things we individually hoped to leave at home's doorstep but really came with us to dinner, no matter how we tried to keep it light. You could tell from someone's momentary pause or furtive glance that somehow, even despite the facade of ok-ness, somethings aren't quite right, and you feel the empathy. You are with friends after all. Last night, I found out that two are depressed over not being able to have kids. One is going through heavy marital problems because of a philandering husband. The homo sisters declare that they are so over the restlessness of casual sex and are longing to settle down. Some are single and looking, some are not too okay financially, things like that. And of course we all worry about the talk of war and its perceived effect on the country, the world and the future of our children.
Funny how we all have grown up and look at our lives before us and bask over our small victories and ponder our failings. Yet in the midst of this all, we can only own up to the fact that we are all still these amateur human beings, and will surely be subject to more.
It was fun last night, like an emotional rollercoaster. It was like looking at picture postcards from the past, and visions of the future. We were, after all, beauty queens again, even for the night, and with pictures to show for. We had fun, we were fabulous, and we just couldn't keep our hands off the pork rinds.
Filed Under: Life
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