The Diary of Girl Friday

The Luncheon at the Country Club was lovely—the view of the golf course leading out to the majestic spread of the mountains, the bougainvillea blowing in the breeze, diamond rings glistening with self-conceit…They were all quite effective in eliciting a wry eye.  For all of my misgivings I had going into the luncheon, I didn’t think I’d walk out feeling so okay about my life.  I feared what the established ladies would think of my job or the level of my involvement as an alum.  They weren’t interested much in the former and they were appeased by the latter when I assured them I kept busy.  What I didn’t anticipate was hearing the shallow tales of yuppydom.  They talked so big to convince me of their happiness, but I think it was more for their sake than mine. 
I may not be where I want just yet, but at least I have a plan.  I’m not letting life lead me around like a dog on a leash.  I don’t need to make someone feel small just so I can feel big.  I’m no gossipmonger and I do maintain a high degree of decorum, no matter what I say in jest.  I’m happy being me and doing my thing, and for once in a great long time, that’s enough.  So I’ll sit and eat this delightful slice of life…it kinda tastes like blackberry.

I’m just sitting here waiting for it to be 11 o’clock.  I’m going to a “ladies who lunch” luncheon at The Country Club.  I’m trying my hardest to stop shaking in my boots (I mean, non-designer sandals).  It’s not like I haven’t moved in posh circles before—I’ve twice been a regular on the Hamptons’ social scene, but I was more of an inconspicuous hanger-on—but this particular event has my stomach in knots.  I can’t lie when they ask about whom I am and what I’m doing with my life.  Some people there will actually know me and unequivocally will not support my delusion of grandeur—that I work in publishing, and by that I don’t mean writing a stinkin’ blog; that I live in a palatial mansion, and by that I don’t mean my one bedroom apartment; that I have primo stock options and am developing my portfolio, and by that I don’t even know what that means!

I need to prepare myself for whatever these ladies toss my way.  I hope my wit and response time are razor sharp and that I don’t stumble into bad lighting.  Wish me luck.