Thursday was a big day for me. A doctors appointment in the morning (i'm a 2 and 50%) and then baking pies and trying to finish up a novel for book club at 7:00 that evening...or so I thought.
I showed up to book club a couple minutes (2-3) early and there were already a lot of cars there...I think I counted 8 or 9. Great I thought, it probably started at 6:30 and I'm showing up half an hour late. So I walk up to the door mentally picturing how embarassed I would be interupting the discussion as I walk through late with two sour cream and raisin pies.
The sign on the door says come on in...I guess Leslie figured that some people would be late and didn't want to bother inturupting discussion with answering the door...even more embarassing.
I walk in and there are quite a few people there talking...but no discussion yet, maybe I'm not late, maybe everyone else is early.
I glance around...I know everybody there, but didn't know that half of them were in book club. Hey there's Nicole Williams, I'm glad someone thought of inviting her to book club. I'd been meaning to but never got around to it. I mention how great it is that someone invited her...then I realize that most people are looking at me.
Do you know what this is? someone asks...at least I think that was the question...my mind was a little slow because I was trying to figure out why I'm suddenly the center of attention. I see some baby items on the table behind Nicole and gifts under it."
"It's my baby shower" I reply, not entirely sure that it's the right answer...I had helped set a date for the following tuesday as my baby shower...I had a copy of the invitation at home to prove it.
I think I expected someone to laugh at me and tell me something else was going and I wasn't supposed to be there, at least I felt like I wasn't supposed to be there. I know now that it was because nobody expected me to walk right in, the sign on the door was for everyone coming to surprize me and was supposed to be gone by the time I arrived.
Needless to say my tension faded quickly (although I was embarassed that I had brought pies to my own baby shower...nobody had wanted to disuade me from baking them because they thought it would give the shower away) and the rest of the evening was filled with fun games and lots of girl talk...and who would trade that for a book club meeting? Not even me.
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