Saturday, April 18, 2009

Always Make Friends with the Dog

I may have mentioned that I am a people person. It’s true, I really am. I’m a friendly girl and I’ll be happy to sit and make conversation with just about anyone. I hold to the adage that if you ask people about themselves, they’ll talk and there will be very few of those awkward silences. I’m good in a crowd because I can usually spot the wall flower and sprinkle her with drops of friendliness until she blossoms and opens up with a beautiful smile.

Unless it’s a women’s church event…but this post isn’t about that.

No, this post is about the supposed BBQ that Beloved dragged me kicking and screaming invited me to. It was hosted by one of his co-workers to celebrate co-workers new abode. All the guys were going to be there plus all the guy’s honeys. I think the main reason yours truly was invited is because not one of them has met me.

In the three years that my beloved has been employed in this position, not one of those young men (and yes, they are young men) have laid eyes on Beloved’s little wifey. Sure, they’d heard tales of my existence and they had seen some proof (who, but a loving wife would slice up fresh veggies for her man at 5:30 in the morning and loving pack them in his lunch with a piece of fresh fruit, sliced cheese and the perfect balance of carbs vs. protein?), but nary a one had seen the whites o’ me eyes.

Until today…

I admit to being a little nervous, after all I think I’m old enough to be at least one of their mothers and it’s been a long time since I’ve walked stone cold into a situation where I didn’t know a soul. I straightened my hair, painted my toe nails, and held Beloved’s hand as we entered the front door. We were greeted by Shiloh, the little hound dog. She was to become my very best friend before that long afternoon was over.

Advice: Always make friends with the dog

The drinking had already started (holy cow, its 1:30 folks!) and the few women folk were busy in the kitchen. The woman not in the kitchen was busy chasing her two children about and I never did really catch her name. I do know that she’s shacked up with the little guy who was sitting across the patio table from me. Tattoo guy was really nice, as was the tall man. The guy who looked as if he was my son’s best friend did his best to engage me in conversation. I think he felt sorry for me.

It seemed like every time we entered a room, it emptied. I looked at Beloved and asked, “Is it me?” and offered to leave and come pick him up later. He said it wasn’t but I did a quick body odor check anyway. The entire afternoon preceded in much the same fashion. I spent a lot of it texting the Singer and talking to Shiloh the wonder hound, because I didn’t know what else to do.

Advice: Just keep smiling

The last time I felt like this I was trapped at a women’s retreat and seriously thinking about hitch-hiking home…

We left before the actual BBQ started. Thankfully Sadly, we had to drive Boy back to camp today, thus our early departure. During the drive home, Beloved and I discussed the afternoon and we both wondered why it was sooooo weird.

Maybe they felt funny having Ma and Pa Kettle around as chaperones? All I know is that next time; I’m going to take the first beer (I despise beer) that’s offered me and not stop until we leave.

9 comments:

tootie said...

I feel for you. I've been to a few social gatherings where I just wanted to run away! But at least you made friends with the dog :)

quilly said...

I have so been there and endured that! Now you've got three years before you have to make another appearance.

Except for at David's place. You've made his POTD. Expect more visitors!

Annie said...

Ahh ladies, we've all been there! My sweet revenge will be when he attends my work party sometime this summer...mmmmuuuaaahhhhhhahahah!

Quilly, thanks for stopping by! It's always nice to "see" a new face. However, I'm wondering who David is...Could you give me a hint?

Thanks love!

Jewels said...

My advise is to always drink more at such uncomfortable social occasions. If people still want to talk to you when your hammered, it's genuine... and if they don't, you'll have a damn good time anyway! Wine is an afternoon BBQ lifesaver.

quilly said...

David McMahon, authorblog.blogspot.com, does a Post of the Day and highlights posts he's found while searching the web that he thinks will make an impression on his readers. You were one of his POTD offerings this morning.

Crystal Jigsaw said...

Felt uncomfortable for you! Dogs have a knack of making us welcome don't they, always there to break the ice.

CJ xx

Cath said...

Ouch indeed. But not idiot girl. Idiot (and ignorant) hosts and guests! Glad you survived. I am over from David's too. Congrats on POTD.

(If you want to visit me please email me and I will send an invite. I have had to go private for now but not hiding from any bloggers - You are more than welcome to come. sheeyahdeelite@msn.com)

VALKYRIEN said...

Congrats with POTD!
I read your post,and felt I could relate to what you are saying! And you did all the right things: the dog - the smiling!
Keep up the good work - nothing wrong with you! ;-)

You have a good pen!

Greetings from Oslo/Norway

Snowbrush said...

My dear, judging by your photo, you have only heard about Ma Kettle--from your grandparents, perhaps. Or so, I would guess. Maybe I am wrong, but if you really ARE old enough to remember that nice Kettle couple, just call me Methuselah, and remind me to tell you about the day T Roosevelt and I went fishing together.