To plan any sort of outing with my lady-friends it requires no less than 7 million emails back and forth.
That’s not an exaggeration. I counted.
Can anyone explain this to me?
Who is riding with who? Who is buying tickets ahead and who is getting them at the box-office? Are we going to eat dinner? Where are we eating? Are we eating before or AFTER the movie? How early shall we get there? What time are you picking me up? What color shirt are you wearing? AHHHHHHHHHHH!
My husband and his dudes plan something and they are able to figure out the plan within a series of grunts.
How do they DO that?
Also, I might add if plans aren’t NAILED DOWN you are basically predestined to stand around in the moment looking at each other until someone makes a decision. The simple question, “Where should we eat?” sends 10 women into a downward spiral of indecisiveness and awkward eye contact. At home we’re all email ninjas, shooting our opinions across the Internets with gusto, but standing around looking at each other in human-form, we all put on our “laid-back”, “go-with-the-flow” costumes and decisions take hours.
I have to say, as much as I love making fun of my friends, I too, succumb to “large group apathy”. I was right there with them, saying “Makes no difference to me”, “I’ll do whatever”… which we all know that’s a straight-up lie. I am not in any way shape or form easy-breezy.
But yeah, we went and saw the Hunger Games. Then we ate. And since no one could decide where to eat, we went to a Diner. Where I decisively ordered Disco Fries.
It was a good night. Love you ladies!
Another thing I did this weekend was make cookies.
Cookies that are mixer to mouth in 10 minutes. Life is good.
Lay your wafers out…