*This is a Finish the Sentence Friday post.
Has anyone ever asked you, “If you could eat dinner with any celebrity, who would it be?”
Yeah, if anyone ever seriously gave me the opportunity to dine with a celebrity, I would have to respectfully decline.
It’s not just the fact that I seem to have lost so many brain cells (I forgot my guitar today- I teach music classes.) that I am afraid I would be an embarrassing conversationalist.
It’s not just the fact that I am too indecisive to pick a celebrity.
It’s not just the fact that I often feel insecure about my ability to participate in intellectually stimulating dialogue about politically and socially relevant topics.
I just don’t have the frickin’ time.
Sorry, Oprah, but my dance card is full. I often wonder if it is foolish of me to attempt to make new friends. When do I even have the time to see some of my favorite people in the world? Not to mention my overwhelming mommy guilt about how many “hall passes” I get per month to go out to dinner with these aforementioned favorite people.
If I was given a “hall pass” (OK, this expression kind of sucks. I’m an adult, dammit! But you get the idea.) to go out to dinner with someone I admired whose brain I wanted to pick, here is who I would choose.
- My mom. We would trade bites of each other’s impeccably selected entrees, drink wine, and laugh until people stared at us.
- My BFF who makes me remember that I am more than just a mommy. More drinking wine. More laughing.
- My husband. We’d go to my favorite Indian restaurant and drink chai tea while I tell him for the hundredth time that Chicken Korma is my favorite food- EVER. He nods patiently.
- My friend and childcare guru Teresa (go read about her- do it now.) who never ceases to inspire me with her wisdom about life, children, and parenting. While I’m at it, let’s close the circle of wise women with Teresa’s and my mentor Patti, the most amazing woman I know who is currently fighting breast cancer with courage and determination.
- My brother. When the hell was the last time the two of us got to share a meal together without anyone else? I literally have no idea. (OK, now I want to cry.)
- My mama friend who understands all my frustrations and challenges, who makes me feel normal and un-monster-like. (Editor?)
- If all else fails, I’d rather eat by myself.
Get the picture? Who needs a celebrity, someone the media has told us has more answers than we do, is more successful, more important, or more interesting than our friends and family members? I’ll take a quiet dinner on the couch, eating takeout food with my husband after the kids have gone to bed, any day of the week.
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