Friday Night (High)Lights

You know you're old (or have children) when your idea of a rockin' Friday night is to hang with the stitching crew at the historical society and have pizza. And stitch, of course.

I managed to regain forward momentum on the marquoir. Even though Jenna told me I should get back to work on my father's 70th birthday present, I stuck with the marquoir until I finished section five. Woohoo! I am 5/16 done with this project.

I was telling some women at my table about stitching with the old ladies at the library. I say (and it's a bit of an exaggeration) that I am the youngest by a factor of 2, that is, everyone else is twice as old as me.

"And how old is that?"

"86."

You should have seen the look of surprise when she figured out I was 43. (I should stop bragging about having good genes already!) In fact, there's probably only one woman who is in her 80s. Most of the women are active 70somethings and newly retired 60somethings. Even though I am now officially the young one, I get two hours to put my head down and stitch. Besides, these old broads are funny. And charming. And interested in things. I like my old ladies even if my family makes fun of me for stitching with them.

Every time we meet at the Ford to stitch, Ruth Ellen makes a point of saying how great it is that young people are stitching. And last time, I know she was looking at me. I hate to burst her bubble. (This time, there were women much younger than me, but they're still not teenagers.)

Anyway, because of the storm, there was high attrition on Friday night, and even Jenna abandoned me early. There I was, pathetically sitting by myself. I was invited to sit with the "rowdy girls." We talked about 10 year olds on the internet. A nephew was downloading Sports Illustrated swimsuit photos. My niece has taken up watching "meat drumming" (which I cannot help but think of as meat slapping) on youtube. (But speaking of dirty things on internet video, have you seen Betty White's "Delicious Dish" SNL skit? Ana Gasteyer and Molly Shannon reprise their roles as NPR food show hosts. My favorite ever is Schweddy Balls, but Dusty Muffin is a new pleasure. {Both links require you to watch a short ad.})

And then I got to clear up while wearing stupid shoes (defined by the dude as shoes I can't walk quickly in, like 3" heels). Because you know, there had to be some acknowledgement that this was a Friday night.