cur·mudg·eon
[ker-muhj-uh
n] –noun
n] –noun a bad-tempered, difficult, cantankerous person.
I owe an apology to my sister-in-laws and cousin. We all read the Twilight series, along with our daughters, and last night was our second bi-annual trip to the midnight opening of one of the movies, Eclipse. It's a tradition now. We grab a quick bite to eat across the street at the ever popular, elegantly named Fudruckers, and then commence to standing in line for about three hours with crazed, fans of all ages. And I do mean all ages. And I do mean crazed.
My sister-in-law, Lisa, heads up the event. She used to be a teacher and she has four children so she has an incredible knack for organizing and herding large groups of crazed people. My other sister-in-law, Cheryl, and my cousin, Tonia are the other parts of the Twilight posse, along with all five of our daughters, ranging in ages from 11 to 20. It's a rare occasion that all the girls get together for something that we all have read. No, let me rephrase that...there's never been an occasion where all of us girls get together for a series of books that we all have read. Never. I would stand in line for a showing of To Kill a Mockingbird on the big screen, but the teenagers, not so much. Common ground with our daughters is a beautiful thing, even if it is a story about a vampire and his bleeding-heart family, teenage love, and shirtless, muscle-bound, shapeshifters.
But as Lisa pointed out last night, ever so sweetly I might add, I wasn't in the best of moods. See the above definition. In my defense, it was raining. And on a weeknight, I'm normally in bed by 10, asleep by 11 at the latest. Okay, that doesn't even sound like a good excuse now that I'm writing it. But I was wet! And tired! And just like a baby would do in that situation, I whined. I'm sorry, ladies. Next time, if you'll have me, I promise to enjoy myself. And not to sing anymore TV theme songs...especially the theme to Good Times.
I owe an apology to my sister-in-laws and cousin. We all read the Twilight series, along with our daughters, and last night was our second bi-annual trip to the midnight opening of one of the movies, Eclipse. It's a tradition now. We grab a quick bite to eat across the street at the ever popular, elegantly named Fudruckers, and then commence to standing in line for about three hours with crazed, fans of all ages. And I do mean all ages. And I do mean crazed.
My sister-in-law, Lisa, heads up the event. She used to be a teacher and she has four children so she has an incredible knack for organizing and herding large groups of crazed people. My other sister-in-law, Cheryl, and my cousin, Tonia are the other parts of the Twilight posse, along with all five of our daughters, ranging in ages from 11 to 20. It's a rare occasion that all the girls get together for something that we all have read. No, let me rephrase that...there's never been an occasion where all of us girls get together for a series of books that we all have read. Never. I would stand in line for a showing of To Kill a Mockingbird on the big screen, but the teenagers, not so much. Common ground with our daughters is a beautiful thing, even if it is a story about a vampire and his bleeding-heart family, teenage love, and shirtless, muscle-bound, shapeshifters.
But as Lisa pointed out last night, ever so sweetly I might add, I wasn't in the best of moods. See the above definition. In my defense, it was raining. And on a weeknight, I'm normally in bed by 10, asleep by 11 at the latest. Okay, that doesn't even sound like a good excuse now that I'm writing it. But I was wet! And tired! And just like a baby would do in that situation, I whined. I'm sorry, ladies. Next time, if you'll have me, I promise to enjoy myself. And not to sing anymore TV theme songs...especially the theme to Good Times.
9 comments:
I'm sure your apology will be accepted. I would have whined like a baby also.
How can we not enjoy your company? Even the whining is fun--especially when accompanied by the Good Times theme song and Cheryl's grand finale! Maybe next year we will show up late and enjoy a long dinner and wait in the 12:05 line and make fun of the the crazed 12:01 fans--poor suckers who should have learned their lesson like we did. And OF COURSE you're invited--we may need bigger umbrellas and a wine backpack, but we wouldn't have fun without you. :)
Feed me. Let me sleep. Or you will see my dark side too - definitely.
smiles. that is the good thing about friends...they accept us at out best and our worse...
:-) but you forgot to tell us how the movie was!!!
(and I would have whines, too...)
Thanks, Mark...they did.
Lisa, no one's every described my whining as fun...:)
Dan, I can't imagine you with a dark side. But then again, I've never seen you so my visual of you is your painting of the guy at the canvas. And it's a little hard to picture a cartoon-ish guy with a dark side.
Brian, thanks for reminding me...
And Linda, it was good! I'm not a Twilight fanatic, but it was my favorite movie of the three.
melinda, i think you were being a little hard on yourself, my dear. when you see that word it has my hubby's photo next to it, NOT YOURS!!
i was thinking of how cool it is that all of you were on the same sheet of music-that has to be a miracle!!
i am an early to bed, early to rise gal myself so i completely understood your less than 'jovial' mood...but from reading lisa's comment i would have to say that you are dearly loved!!
i have some big hugs for you ! i haven't been able to visit my favorites for about two weeks now but you always leave a comment AND a smile on my face for your encouragement and kindness...thank you so much, my friend :)
Sounds like quite the outing! I would've gone to see Eclipse with my sisters, but none of our schedules matched. So I went with a best friend, and we both howled. She: team Jacob. Me: Team Edward.
PS: Common ground with our daughters is essential.
PS: Thanks for the Atwood quote today (in my blog comments). It is a good one.
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