Friday, February 24, 2012

Strangely Flattered

"Sure, I'm home. Come on over!" said my brother when I called to tell him I was in the neighborhood. I just wanted to stop by for a nice and easy 10 minutes; David is always good for an uplifting conversation. I parked among a dozen cars out front. How many roommates does he have? As I approached the front door, I noticed a bunch of heads congregated in the kitchen. He didn't mention that he had company; I absently mused that I was glad I had washed my hair today. It's better to be grease-free when meeting a new acquaintance. I knocked and the door immediately opened to reveal a large group of 20-something guys sitting, standing, laughing in the kitchen, and my little brother's smiling face appeared in the middle of the group.

"Hey Meili!"
"Hey David. Eric! Benny!" I greeted the two friends that I knew. Then, a voice from the crowd: "Did you order a stripper?"

It turns out I had crashed a bachelor party that my brother was hosting. He told them that I was his sister, and we walked around to the living room where another group of guys was assembled. Then, again: "So you did order a stripper!"

Dude. Although I only have four years on you, I am a married woman with two kids and wrinkles forming under my eyes. I feel old enough to be your mother. That being said...

I've still got it!

4 comments:

Brit said...

that. is. awesome!

Becky Youkstetter said...

HA HA HA! Work it girl!

Lynn Bell said...

Proud that the mother of my grandchildren still
"has it!"

suzanne cabrera said...

Hahahahaha!!!!!!! Isn't it funny how much older you automatically feel with kids? I would totally be strangely flattered as well! Embrace your inner-stripper!

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