Give Grey Matter a Chance

About a year ago, I tendered my resignation to the book club -- a lovely bunch of hip mamas who politely said I didn't have to read a book to stay in the group. But, I felt like a fraud. Each month I would show up, feign interest in some literary work (Oh, so, The Secret Life of Bees is not about the mysterious disappearance of winged insects? My bad.) and drink lots of cocktails.

Lots and lots of cocktails.

So, imagine my surprise when my friend Michelle asked if I would join them this Thursday night. It has been nearly a year since I've left the house so I figured this would be a great opportunity to wear some make-up, clean clothes and have a cocktail, of course. I asked Mike if I could disappear for a night. A ridiculous conversation ensued:

Didn't you quit the book club?

Um, I emailed a letter of resignation, but I think I'd like to rejoin.

You don't read books.

That's not a prerequisite. It's just helpful.

What are you going to talk about? Everyone else will have read the book.

What I usually talk about!

Stupid nonsense?

(Ouch.) CAN I JUST GO?!?!?!

Sure, have fun!

Mike is a voracious reader and does have a point. Well-read people have intelligent things to say. While I muster comments on the pregnant bobble-heads appearing in People and whether Anoop-Dog should have been axed from Idol, Michelle and Joelle smartly discuss a fictional tale encompassing Frank Lloyd Wright's dalliances, personal turmoil and questionable character. And, here I thought he was just an iconic architect who built cool buildings. I might have to change my ways and start perusing some pages to give my grey matter a chance.

[photo by wander.lust]