I don’t know how I snaked by. Unless it means that only mamas with hips can join. In that case, I was a shoe-in. In fact, I’m sure there’s an email in my inbox right now requesting that I be the spokesperson for that group of mamas with hips. If that were true, though, I don’t think the current clipart is appropriate.
Either which way, I’ve joined this local group.
It’s confirmed, people, I’m hip. So you can stop sending me emails on how to up my cool factor. It’s already been achieved. After I read the acceptance, I strutted around The Shack pointing and winking at everything.
Then I looked at Ruthie and she gave me her ‘I can see through you and you’re not as cool as you think’ look. Oh yeah, Ruth? Well, for your information I’m now a hip mama. Eat it. So she did. And after 15 minutes gave me the look again.
Whatever. I’ll show you.
But before I walk through this nerdy wardrobe into the Chronicles of Hipness, let’s take a look at my past life. My past awkward life.
Like how I forced R to participate in Thrill The World with me and another couple. It was a bid to try and have the most number of people dance the Thriller at the same time. People all over the world did it. See? I’m not alone. We showed up for the practice and were swarmed by 14 year olds.
If you want to watch the video, here it is. Don’t hate. We spent the day leading up to this at an Oktoberfest festival. It took me nano seconds into the first lager to forget the steps. My friend, J, and I are on the left side (I’m in the black dress and she is in front of me in pants and small jacket.) T & R are on the right, (T wearing a tuxedo shirt and R right behind him.) R’s favorite part is the high-five they did at the very end.
Or what about the time I slipped on stairs in college, landed on my back, and laid there as a high school tour walked by? That will never happen again. Because I’m hip now, ya’all. (maybe I should quit saying ya’all, then.)
If you’re interested in getting a glimpse into my disturbing psyche, in which I obsess over a graceful girl all through class and then try to emulate her, click on the photo. It will take you to the post.
And talk about disturbing. Me, in the woods, with a Jane Austen book. What would Jane think? And why would she be walking around with a copy of her own book? I don’t know, but she was cool… why couldn’t me reenacting mesmerizing looks not be? Well, that’s in the past now. I’ll only be throwing around hip looks from now on, which means I may or may not acknowledge you now that I’m several notches higher.
Click on the photo if you’re into the neuroses of a jane-aholic and would like to be hypnotized by my captivating stares. You’re getting very sleepy….
Upon being accepted into this group, I started looking around at the various meet-ups and found one that would fit Ruthie’s age. I remembered R’s word of advice: “don’t just throw all your cards out there at once, Carrie. Let people know you’re nice and then drop the weird jokes on them.” So I RSVP’d for an event, and told myself to write something short and sweet. Don’t always try to go for the laugh, Carolyn. They’ll get to know you soon enough.
Hahahahaha! Whoever these people are, they’ll love you! Who couldn’t?
Who DOESN’T want to meet people who don’t need their pants changed? I think you just stated the obvious!
i think you should try to seek out the one’s with the depends on.
You mean I should join a bridge group?? Boo-yah!
Great. So you think it was too mundane? Okay, rethinking my strategy….
Great post. I can verbatim, retell that story about you falling down the stairs in front of a campus tour…..ah I miss those college days. Good luck in your new club but don’t forget about your roots.
You poor thing! To have to endure it being told and retold…. I miss college too.
[…] before we get back to the book, let me tell you about the guests we invited. Remember when I joined the Hip Mama’s Club and immediately made a dork of myself? Yeah, well I attended a couple meet-ups which were fun. The last one I went to (before I decided […]