I'm so glad I sobered up
Oh, my gosh! In my momentary parental guilt, I almost forgot to tell you a side dish of gossip.
Rich recently finished a job for a marketing group and we attended the open house last night. He had been telling me about all of the folks who worked there, including one woman who was over the top with inapporpriate sex talk all the time. As we were aproaching the building, he's pointing out all of the people he's been working with, "...and that's the guy who did the fliers, that's the owner, the one in black is one of the designers."
I asked which one the flirt was, and he said he didn't see her, but that I would know her when I saw her.
I already felt bad for her, because there's no reason I shouldn't have been like her . Grace of God, amen. Also, there was the chance that she wasn't even that bad -- Rich is somewhat of a harsh judge.
For twenty minutes or so, we mingled, made people laugh, talked about work, kids, and did research on which hors devoirs to skip and where to find more of those nutty covered grape things.
It was when I looked over to the sudden commotion at the bar, that Rich was completely validated, "is that her with the name tag on her ass, all bent over and shakin that thing?"
"That's her."
Normally, my heart would go out to a sister making a fool of herself, but that was just priceless.
Rich recently finished a job for a marketing group and we attended the open house last night. He had been telling me about all of the folks who worked there, including one woman who was over the top with inapporpriate sex talk all the time. As we were aproaching the building, he's pointing out all of the people he's been working with, "...and that's the guy who did the fliers, that's the owner, the one in black is one of the designers."
I asked which one the flirt was, and he said he didn't see her, but that I would know her when I saw her.
I already felt bad for her, because there's no reason I shouldn't have been like her . Grace of God, amen. Also, there was the chance that she wasn't even that bad -- Rich is somewhat of a harsh judge.
For twenty minutes or so, we mingled, made people laugh, talked about work, kids, and did research on which hors devoirs to skip and where to find more of those nutty covered grape things.
It was when I looked over to the sudden commotion at the bar, that Rich was completely validated, "is that her with the name tag on her ass, all bent over and shakin that thing?"
"That's her."
Normally, my heart would go out to a sister making a fool of herself, but that was just priceless.
Labels: I'll have a diet pepsi please, rich
posted by kim at
1:39 PM
10 Comments:
kind of sad huh? I'll have a diet pepsi too.
So sad. When we got to chatting, I just wanted to find a space to plant a seed of encouragement about who she is aside from the sex thing, but it was only awkwardness the entire time. I was lost for words and that doesn't happen often.
I could feel her self-consciousness over talking to a sober person and I found no way to convey, "Oh honey, not on my account." YK?
Oh well she probably doesn't remember most of it or talking to you at all..and that's okay too. Just hope that someday she sees it for what it really is.
Ummm.. you don't have her number, do you?
867-5309
Yeah I guess you could say you do have her number. *grin*
Too bad you don't have a pic!
I got it, I got-I got it.... I got her number on the wa-allll.
I got it, I got-I got it, for a good time, for a good time callllllllll
Wow - things like that make you so grateful for where you are. The "there but for the grace of God" phrase wafts through my mind on a fairly regular basis.
I hurt for her. But I suspect the quick mumbled prayers of all of us who are reading this will help her in ways she can't even imagine.
Trish, your comment gave me goose bumps and I do know you are correct -- prayer is amazing.
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