I carry my camera with me almost everywhere. So why don’t I have one single picture from our dinner last night at Chris and Beth’s house? (I know I should list them in alphabetical order or put Beth first because I knew her first, but I still have trouble with making things that end in a “s” possessive.)
Because the kids were playing so nicely that we actually got to talk. Like grown ups. I’n not kidding. We talked about books and movies and music and all of the things I used to talk about before The Goon Squad was born.
It was really nice. Even though we’ve met a lot of really great people since we moved up here it is always so cool to make friends with a new couple. It is that comfortable dynamic where everyone just gets along with everyone else. It is also really nice to be able to talk about kids and not talk about kids with the same people. Does that make any sense?
They don’t mind me changing Ian’s poopy diaper on their very expensive area rug, and hermaphrodite midget porn only came up in conversation once. Well, maybe twice, but that was it. At least as far as I remember. There was yummy lasagne and wine too. I’d love to blame the hermaphrodite midget porn thing on the wine, but Chris doesn’t drink so really we have no excuse for that. And even though Ian knocked Mia down and made her cry and Claudia dumped an entire bowl of pasta on their floor, I still think they want to hang out with us again.
I still wish I had taken at least one picture.