guess when you really know each other, there’s always more to talk about. The week went by so fast. Before I knew it, it was our last night, sitting on the deck with the last remaining bottle of wine. I felt like a kid who just found out that summer is over, and it’s back to school on Monday.
Kay said, “You know, when I think of being old, I think of the three of us, still on a porch somewhere, probably a nursing home.”
“What about Jill?” I asked.
“She’ll be there too.” Lainey answered with a smile. “I just wonder where we’ll be a year from now.”
Kay said, “Hopefully at the beach. Everything is nicer with the sound of waves as background music. You two will have your mojos back, and be better than ever.”
“What about you, Kay? What do you want this year?” I asked.
“I guess I just want everybody to be happy. And…I want to be in love. I’m ready. I’m tired of being single, tired of dating. I can’t remember the last time I met somebody that I was excited about. It seems like now that I’m thirty-five, every guy I meet is married or divorced with kids. I don’t think I want kids, much less somebody else’s kids, but I haven’t even liked anybody enough for it to be an issue.”
“I want kids,” Lainey said “and now I’m thirty-six, with a divorce looming. I don’t even want to think about it, but I have to because by the time I’m even ready to start dating again...God, I can’t even imagine being back out there. I thought I was finally done with dating. I’m going to be old, as in ‘get your eggs frozen’ old.”
“That’s not true .” I said.
“How do you figure?” Lainey asked. I thought Kay would chime in, but she was waiting for an answer too.
“I don’t know, but these days a lot of people are waiting until later in life to have kids.”
“Yeah, and they’re having six babies at a time because of fertility treatments!” Lainey yelled, her eyes wide enough that she could have given birth through them.
“At least you’re normal,” I said. “When I tell people I don’t want to have kids, they look at me like I don’t like puppies or something. I just can’t get excited about having something that shits its pants.”
Lainey raised her eyebrows. “You used to shit your pants, Missy.”
“And I stopped, thank God.”
Kay looked at me, “Really? Remember when you went on that raw food diet?”
“That doesn’t count. It was an isolated incident.”
We had finished off the wine, so Kay and Lainey went inside to see what our options were from the liquor cabinet. Lainey’s in-laws had told her that we could help ourselves, but we waited until it was our last resort. They returned shortly with glasses and a pitcher of something remarkably similar to hunch punch. Kay said, “It’s not the best but it’s drinkable.”
I was flipping through O Magazine, and it had pictures of one of her houses in it. “I wish I could go live with Oprah.”
Kay shook her head and made a face I’m all too familiar with which annoys the crap out of me. Our mother could have trademarked it, the knowing look as she shakes her head back and forth. Our mother may have moved two hours away, but she’s alive and well and I don’t need Kay acting like she’s got it all figured out when she’s only three years older than me. “Cate, I do not understand your fascination with that woman.”
“I get it.” Lainey tried to back me up.
“I’m not fascinated with her. Well, maybe a little bit, but mainly I just like her. She really is a good person. And how often do the good people get to be at the top? Perfect example…all those socialites with reality TV shows, pieces of shit, getting paid to do nothing. If you’ve watched even five minutes of those shows, you know they’re not good people. Then there’s Oprah who works her ass off and on top of that, tries to make a difference in the world. So every time I see her I get to see the good girl win for a
Kay said, “You know, when I think of being old, I think of the three of us, still on a porch somewhere, probably a nursing home.”
“What about Jill?” I asked.
“She’ll be there too.” Lainey answered with a smile. “I just wonder where we’ll be a year from now.”
Kay said, “Hopefully at the beach. Everything is nicer with the sound of waves as background music. You two will have your mojos back, and be better than ever.”
“What about you, Kay? What do you want this year?” I asked.
“I guess I just want everybody to be happy. And…I want to be in love. I’m ready. I’m tired of being single, tired of dating. I can’t remember the last time I met somebody that I was excited about. It seems like now that I’m thirty-five, every guy I meet is married or divorced with kids. I don’t think I want kids, much less somebody else’s kids, but I haven’t even liked anybody enough for it to be an issue.”
“I want kids,” Lainey said “and now I’m thirty-six, with a divorce looming. I don’t even want to think about it, but I have to because by the time I’m even ready to start dating again...God, I can’t even imagine being back out there. I thought I was finally done with dating. I’m going to be old, as in ‘get your eggs frozen’ old.”
“That’s not true .” I said.
“How do you figure?” Lainey asked. I thought Kay would chime in, but she was waiting for an answer too.
“I don’t know, but these days a lot of people are waiting until later in life to have kids.”
“Yeah, and they’re having six babies at a time because of fertility treatments!” Lainey yelled, her eyes wide enough that she could have given birth through them.
“At least you’re normal,” I said. “When I tell people I don’t want to have kids, they look at me like I don’t like puppies or something. I just can’t get excited about having something that shits its pants.”
Lainey raised her eyebrows. “You used to shit your pants, Missy.”
“And I stopped, thank God.”
Kay looked at me, “Really? Remember when you went on that raw food diet?”
“That doesn’t count. It was an isolated incident.”
We had finished off the wine, so Kay and Lainey went inside to see what our options were from the liquor cabinet. Lainey’s in-laws had told her that we could help ourselves, but we waited until it was our last resort. They returned shortly with glasses and a pitcher of something remarkably similar to hunch punch. Kay said, “It’s not the best but it’s drinkable.”
I was flipping through O Magazine, and it had pictures of one of her houses in it. “I wish I could go live with Oprah.”
Kay shook her head and made a face I’m all too familiar with which annoys the crap out of me. Our mother could have trademarked it, the knowing look as she shakes her head back and forth. Our mother may have moved two hours away, but she’s alive and well and I don’t need Kay acting like she’s got it all figured out when she’s only three years older than me. “Cate, I do not understand your fascination with that woman.”
“I get it.” Lainey tried to back me up.
“I’m not fascinated with her. Well, maybe a little bit, but mainly I just like her. She really is a good person. And how often do the good people get to be at the top? Perfect example…all those socialites with reality TV shows, pieces of shit, getting paid to do nothing. If you’ve watched even five minutes of those shows, you know they’re not good people. Then there’s Oprah who works her ass off and on top of that, tries to make a difference in the world. So every time I see her I get to see the good girl win for a
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