This was one of my favorite weekends ever. It began on Thursday when friends called us because someone had passed them free tickets to a musical at the Kennedy Center. Then on Friday, and this is no joke, another set of friends said they had won 4 tickets in the company lottery to Aida at Wolf Trap and would we like to go? Of course! I admit that because it was a beautiful Friday night in the open air theater and I was not properly caffeinated, I had to take a little power nap in the third act, but then I was riveted after intermission all the way to the end. Loved it.
The next morning our beloved first au pair Bethany and her husband brought us a fat box of cookies from Levain’s and spent a couple hours telling us all about their summer in Manhattan. It was so wonderful to connect with her again. Without her help and conversation in those first three months of twinfancy, it’s not a question of whether or not I would have killed someone, but whom.
And then our family friends came over with a whole slow smoked brisket. I made everyone wait for all 4 steps of the roasting process of my fussy recipe for oven potatoes from the America’s Test Kitchen vegetable book. It was okay, but next time, I’m trying this one. Then we actually broke out Taboo and ribbed each other raw through a closely contested game. I had forgotten how much I love board games.
I always hate it when we pull out a boardgame and someone suggests girls vs. boys. That means I’m going to be on the losing team. This is not a sexist dig. It is a fact. Do I say this because the women among my friends aren’t as smart as their husbands? Absolutely not. It’s the mere fact of the segregation that I believe is to blame for this phenomenon. Remember the research that shows that Asian women perform better on math tests than control groups when they are asked to check a box for their race beforehand and worse than controls when they are asked to check a box for their gender? Just the reminder of the stereotype of Asian mathematical prowess is enough to boost their test scores, but the “female” box reminds them that Barbie and all her XX friends think math is hard, and that stereotype undermines their performance. I think it’s the same for board games. When one of the men says, “I want to be on an all male team for this” all of us women suddenly lose IQ points. I still tied for top performance, but I think I would have done better if I hadn’t been forced to check the female box before the test. And yeah, girls lost. Again. Next time anyone brings out a board game, I’m going to shout, “IVY LEAGUE VERSUS STATE SCHOOLS!” before anyone has a chance to genderize the competition. Plus, this will give Todd another excuse to refer to himself as an “Oxford-trained historian”, not that he ever waits for an excuse.
And then after we put all the little people to bed, we stayed up till past 2am having a wonderful chat and late night cookies with another friend who was in town for the weekend and staying at our place.
After all this excitement, I did need a nap but I also I felt enormously energized, in true extrovert form. Today I managed to finish the wallpaper in Fluffer’s room and make great headway into the paint. I am, I admit, at that point in this decorating project where I wish for death. Not to worry. I’ve been here before, and I have a pristine 0-37 record of destroying myself. Suicidality is a normal side effect of DIY, and it will pass when I finish the painting.
Oh, oh, oh! I nearly forgot. My sister-in-law sent me a message on facebook saying she was going to my high-school reunion this weekend, and did I want her to say anything on my behalf? I sent her a list of people to say hi to, then I also said if either of these two cowbullies showed up, please tell them to “die in a fire for me”. This was high-school after all. And then when people on the first list started commenting, I realized this was a post not a private message and had to insta-delete it. MAH BAD! When I say “die in a fire for me,” what I really mean is that I’m sure you’ve matured into lovely people that I would totally not hate if I saw you again. Thanks for the memories.