I did this vlog a few weeks ago, and then I also used a similar premise for a Momversation… about raising your kids with religion or not. My agnostic self can sometimes be tortured after a few rounds of “Silent Night.” Now that the cold hard splash of 2009 is on me, I think I’m over it.
Better not to be the last girl left at the party. Remember toward the end of “Sex and the City,” there was an episode where Carrie is at a party and the last hardcore party girl is there? Party girl is bummed there’s no one to do drugs with her anymore. She says, “New York is so boring I could die.” And then she falls out the window.
Tonight I proved I am NOT that girl because I was so excited that I got to host my mom’s Scrabble night. The second Monday of the month, my mom and her best gal pals from church play Scrabble. I’m serious, I was psyched. I love games. Love games. And I like being social, but hate to leave my house or my daughter so it was a win, win, win.
1. Drinking champagne and praying. When I was in college, I was usually hung over on Sunday mornings, trying to be one with The One. But at Scrabble night, a very respected church minister kicked off the game with a wonderful affirmation. I should have partied with these ladies years ago!
2. The cheating. Maybe it’s sanctioned, but Mom and company use these little Scrabble computers (they look like a calculator). You put in your letters and the machine gives you words you can use! No wonder my mom’s first turn she scored 112! I would score about a 20. I think they felt sorry for me.
I didn’t win, but I had a g-o-o-d t-i-m-e.