I know. I know. It’s been ages. But I have an excuse. Honest. And it involves both men and dance and the annual Hoopers Island Black Firday Martini Bar Soiree, plus a bit of shopping, so I’m hoping that you’ll forgive me.
(It is Thanksgiving, after all, and Thanksgiving marks the official start of the Christmas season here in the good ol’ US of A so if you’d like Santa to bring you something nice, it would behoove you to be nice to me and ignore the fact that I’ve missed not one, not two, but six blog posts in the past two weeks.)
At any rate, I’m getting ready to teach my second class of the day when one of my beach balls asks, “What happened to you, Miss Kat? Did you get lost?”
I’ve been away for three days plus the weekend in order to network present at the annual conference of the Congress on Research in Dance. To a five year old, three-days-plus-the-weekend might as well be forever.
The thing with academic conferences is that they require stamina. You have no idea how hard it is to sit around drinking coffee and feigning intelligence until you’ve actually done it, and even though this is the fourth or fifth time I’ve done it, it’s not getting any easier.
Nonetheless, the conference has finally reached its conclusion and not a moment too soon: for the rest of the world, today is Thanksgiving but here at After I Quit My Day Job, it’s the day before the annual Hooper’s Island Black Friday Martini Bar Soiree.
For those of you familiar with the concept of the Black Friday Martini Bar Soiree, you’ll recall that it is THE see-and-be-seen event of the holiday season, at least on Hoopers Island. (Mind you, attendance is by invitation only, and in order to get an invite, you need to be either related to or dating an original member of the highly selective Hoopers Island Expat Community, the establishment of which would require an entire blog post unto itself).
This time last year, I was dating a lovely young man from Northern Liberties, aka Date #17. Unfortunately, right around the time of the annual Soiree, he turned not-so-lovely, by which I mean he chose to spend a weekend studying for the GMATs instead of drinking martinis with his soon-to-be-girlfriend.
Granted, in order to attend said soiree, he would have had to spend the entire weekend with my parents on a remote island in the middle of the Chesapeake, with no internet access and separate bedrooms. One could see how studying for the GMATs might seem like the better option, but had he seen the breadth and overall quality of the martini bar, I’m sure he’d have revised his opinion.
This, of course, is all water under the bridge now. Date #17 and I parted ways nearly a year ago and I now find myself in a new sort of conundrum. Last year my problem was finding someone to invite to the annual Hoopers Island Black Friday Martini Bar Soiree. This year, I’ve been struggling with who not to invite.
That’s right: this year I’ve had options.
And, being the sensible girl that I am, I’ve selected only the most reasonable course of action, by which I mean I’ve issued quasi-invitations to two men.
(Because what’s Thanksgiving without a little drama?)
Now, go eat, drink and be merry. And be thankful that your life isn’t as ridiculous as mine.
- (Thank Goodness for) The Rehearsal Dinner (katrichterwrites.wordpress.com)
- Episode #7 – Thanksgiving: A holiday on holiday? (aimee-jones.com)
- Party Like a Plymouth Rock Star (mothermeetstheroad.com)