I am voiceless. I was hoarse on Sat. afternoon and felt something coming on, and I woke up Sunday to full-blown laryngitis. My visiting mother-in-law (leaving today) said a couple of times that I'd lost my voice because I went to a bar, which annoying, but on the other hand, that was the most annoying thing from her visit, so that's a successful visit overall.
Success in this instance is measured by the fact that I didn't go into a rage or stop speaking to my husband. I would be on speaking terms with him at the moment if I hadn't lost my voice (I'm reminded of one of my favorite friends, who says that when her husband's parents visit, they should stop talking to each other because by the end of the visit, they are just hissing insults at each other under their breath).
I did get out of the house alone on Saturday night, and I was in the enviable but difficult situation of choosing between two birthday parties. An old attorney friend of mine was having a big birthday bash at the Ramp, an old-school semi-sleazy outdoor bar/restaurant on the less fashionable part of the water, and one of my favorite mommy friends was having a party at the latest hip eating spot, Nopa. I had already RSVPed to the Nopa party before I got the details of the Ramp party, and it is one of the biggest etiquette sins in the world to cancel attending one social outing to go to another one instead. So I never considered going to my other friend's party. I'd have made appearances at both if they weren't so far apart geographically. Anton tried to talk me into going to the Ramp party instead on the basis that it was a milestone birthday for that friend, whereas it was a run-of-the-mill birthday for the other one, but I think it was only because he was invited to the Ramp party as well but not the Nopa one (chicks only, no husbands, no children). I think he had some daydream that we'd leave the children at home with his mother and run off and get drunk and have sex in the bathroom, but instead I was dining, drinking and dancing until bar closing time with a crew of stylish mommies, predominately hard-drinking stay-at-home mothers.
The topic of rejecting men due to shortness came up. I polled the women at my end of the table as to how tall was the shortest man they'd slept with. The answer was 5'10", which is not short. No one would cop to having slept with anyone under that. I'm working on a theory that tall is to women what fat is to men, but it's not spoken about so much. Men think we're all about penis size, but if the typical woman had to choose between a tall man with a unremarkable penis and a short, well-hung man, she'd go for the tall guy. We get pissy about ugly guys who have a "no fat chicks" attitude, but meanwhile, we're rejecting short guys, even ones with delightful personalities. I couldn't get anyone to admit she would pick the tall, underhung guy over a short one, though, as everyone insisted they had to have a tall and well-hung man. "Of course we all want a man who is tall, has a big dick, a sense of humor, a lot of money and no mother," I said, "but we can't have every thing."
It absolutely horrified another woman that I would think being motherless is a good thing in a man. "Mothers are so great. Don't you think you have something to learn from every mother?"
Of course, she was the only single woman at the table. "Here's what I've learned from my two mothers-in-law," I said boozily. "How to be patient when there's an annoying person in your house." (Sidenote: to give my current mother-in-law credit, she has been learning over the last couple of years how to be less annoying to a bitchy daughter-in-law and how to adapt to the reality that her son intends to stay married to the irritating bitchy woman). Another friend said, "I learned how not to make the crazy person mad! 'Don't set off the crazy person!' That's what I learned!" (dissolving into laughter which was clearly originating in a defensive mechanism to some huge trauma).
Yeah, I've learned a lot about boundaries, irritable bowel syndrome, and caller ID!! Oh, and identity theft, liens on homes, and bipolar disorder. Shall I go on? Oh, to be so naive!!!!
Well, DH, here I am. I have visited before but not left a comment - hence, I was able to base my remark to freewheel recently on more than just what I had seen you write over there.
So, is this the party where you had the "Old Cuban"? Sounds like fun! As for mother-in-laws, what I learned was too late to do me any good. Don't marry a man who has a bitch for a mother. Period. It shows up in him eventually. As for the tall man/short man big penis/small penis, I think I'm also past the point where any of this matters. Dreary, isn't it? All I care about is whether or not he likes old movies and can carry on a decent conversation. And of course, whether or not he fixes a good cocktail!
I'm glad you commented, Ann. I feel that most of my readers are a mystery to me. There's a regular reader in Luxembourg and a regular in Fa Yuen, and who are they? Will they take me out for drinks if I'm ever in their 'hood? Inquiring housewives want to know.
I guess I'm backwards, height doesn't matter to me at all, but my ex (who is 5'5") was NOT well-endowed and it made me VERY SAD. :(
But his height never bothered me in the least.
Your party sounds fun. :)
Your comments about not knowing your readers have prompted me to write something about myself. I have been reading your blog since your first entry.
It was a relief to know that successful and driven people can end up having a more "homely" and family oriented existance. And at the same time enjoy it too!
Though I'm unmarried and currently struggling a banking career in HK, I utterly enjoy reading your blog. If I were in SF, I'd be takin you drinkin everyday!!!
Anyways, your recent entry could not have come at a better time, as I myself have been wondering what is the most important thing a woman shld seek in a man. And what elements contribute to a successful marriage. (You think your sober husband will be able to come up with an equation?)
My actual big question is "Are looks all that important"?
Holy crap, my negatives just keep piling up. Bad enough that I'm "calorically-endowed" (fat), now I'm vertically challenged as well (5'9"). Sheesh.
(For the record, I have no problem dating big girls, and I am not ashamed of it.)
Hey, Jim, actually I think the weight thing is more of a guy thing. A man's weight didn't even come up as one of the main attraction issues, and neither did facial appearance. I think that you're just about average height, not tall but not short, so that should be a non-issue for you.
In any event, the poor old Drunken Housewife is over the hill and has put on weight herself, so she's not exactly the love magnet she was in the past. Thankfully I'm not single and stressing.
I generally date short guys, you know. And I like htem just fine.
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