I have a date at the cool table on Tuesday.
At my last job, there was a Cool Table at lunch. The girls all had cute shoes and stylish hair and intimidated others with their hotty-potatty walks. They were (and are) excellent people, but The Cool Table nonetheless.
One day a new girl started on my team, and I wanted to make her feel welcome, so I asked her to out to lunch. I didn't usually go out to lunch, but, hey, I was trying to be friendly. On the day of our lunch date, she awkwardly said, "These other girls asked me to eat with them today. But you can eat with us if you want to."
It was like 7th grade all over again. The new girl with her cute shoes had been invited into the Table of Tables, and she couldn't say no to such social gold. I think she invited me along as social charity, thinking I didn't have anyone to eat with. You know, "bring-your-dork-to-lunch" day. So I awkwardly ate my slice of pizza next to her, as she inserted herself into their circle.
Some people labor under the misapprehension that I am, in fact, cool. That maybe I was a cheerleader in high school. Bless them. I might wear cute shoes now, but growing up I was more of the National Honors Society, Marching Band, Show Choir persuasion. And if I'm honest with you, I was even on the fringe of these social groups. Fringe marching band. Pretty sad.
But on Tuesday, I have a date at the cool table with Katy B. Let me tell you about Katy B, or Katy DB Tizzle, as I like to call her. She's the girl in high school who was probably on the soccer team, friends with all the cheerleaders, in the NHS, won the national debate competition, saved a kitten in a tree, was prom queen, and was nice to all the nerds. She's pretty. She's flat-out hilarious. She's smart. She has innovative outfits. She throws theme parties. She's going to a Journey concert tonight. She has 992 friends on Facebook. And Katy is the type of person to make every one of those 992 people feel like she likes them a lot and wants to know them and be their friend. She's that girl.
To try to make her think I'm cool, I occassionally send her Flight of the Conchords videos to watch (because a girl with 992 friends doesn't have time to watch them on my blog). So I've made her into a respectable FOTC fan. So this little nerd of yours took a chance this week...and asked her over to lunch. We're going to eat cereal and watch the best FOTC episode ever, which is Race War, in which the naive New Zealanders find themselves the victims of New York Kiwi Racism.
I'll let you know how it goes.
Guess what Mike has been doing while I've been writing this. Really, guess.
OK, do you have it?
He's making pickles. I absolutely adore the fact that I'm married to a man who makes homemade pickles. Adore it.
And look! I got a new friend! Over there on my blog roll, Blissfully Krissy. Go check out her blog, but be careful. if you see her picture, your head might explode.
I also added Stuff Christians Like. It's funny, and you should read it.