taking the passive out of passive-aggressive

Sunday, March 20, 2005

Last night we headed over to Jess and George's. They're the parents of Ava's boyfriend Jack, so we have a lot of wedding planning to do together for the next 25 years or so.

George made an excellent Spanish tortilla, which is kind of like a fluffy crustless quiche with potatoes and onions, and we settled in for a hot night of pictionary. Jessica and I have known each other since we were 12, and back in the day we were perhaps the biggest troublemakers in town. Jessica was so bad that one time her parents took her to the Northern District police station and tried to drop her off, but the cops wouldn't take her. And I... well, hell, let Jess get her own blog and tell stories on me, I'm not fessing up to anything.

So there's something just a wee bit odd about sitting around in her beautiful house with our husbands, the babies sleeping upstairs, playing pictionary on a Saturday night.

Be that as it may, we decided to play boys against girls, and the girls lost badly. In fact, I would say we had our asses handed to us on a platter. They made it around the board in about ten minutes, and the weirdest part of it all was watching their psychic mindlink!

I dunno if it's because all men think alike, or Nick nd George think alike or what. These two have been in the same room maybe ten times, whereas Jess and I have known each other going on 20 years, and yet the two of them were on the exact same wavelength.

George would draw two lines and Nick would be like "Cowboy hat!" and George would be like "Yes!" Or Nick would draw something that looked like a turkey drumstick and George would be like "Ultrasound!" Jess and I are all, "Ultrasound? Ultrasound? HOW did you get that?" and George is like "Oh, come on, how could that not be a pregnant woman?" pointing to the drawing of the turkey drumstick.

Jess and I just looked at each other. And lost, badly and quickly.

By ten p.m. we were wiped out, like the elderly parents we are, and so we packed up the kids and headed for home. Gone are the days when Jess and I used to drive around town in her mother's Acura, looking for boys to corrupt. And I don't really miss it, because watching, perplexed, as our husbands beat us at pictionary is actually far more entertaining.


At 2:59 PM, Blogger XLT said...

Ava and Jack? *GASP!* Does Ian know?

At 3:16 PM, Blogger Claire said...

Shhhh! Don't tell Steve!

Besides, she TOLD Ian that she's too young for a serious relationship. She has so much ahead of her--cow's milk, refined sugar, walking in shoes. How can she be expected to commit now?


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