Six of us are meeting for dinner to celebrate
Zelia’s birthday. We know each other through our
sons, who were all classmates at Horace Mann; now they are all college sophomores.
Last November when we got together to celebrate
Pam’s birthday, a fight broke out between two of the guests. They haven’t
spoken since. It was a relief when one
of them had to be out of town tonight. And I
thought this only happened in high school!
When I was younger, I used to think that by a
certain age (maybe 20?), everyone’s boobs would even out and be the same
size. I was either stupid or grossly
naïve. I also thought by the time I reached 60, my emotions would not be similar to the ones I had at 16. But fights among girlfriends still occasionally happen.
Yesterday I sent an email to everyone, as I’m
the one arranging tonight’s dinner. I look forward to it all day. And then…unexpectedly, I start to feel
sick. Last night I felt nauseous and
attributed it to eating too much. But
then I feel the same way today. I think
the feeling will go away but it doesn’t.
I eat a bland dinner and stay in.
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