Last weekend I got to have a little boondoggle and escape for the weekend with one of my best friends. We spent some time at the hotel pool and it was absolute heaven. Any parents out there know that going to the pool with your kids is far from relaxing, at least when the kids are little like mine. There is no lounging, no reading, no time for a cocktail. Swimwear is practical, so as to resist being pulled off by the monkey child clinging to my back. I am ever-vigilant, constantly watching, my inner lifeguard on high alert for pool safety violations and possible drownings.
But last weekend, ahhhh. Cocktails. A book. A conversation in which we completed our sentences. That is, we completed sentences when we wanted to talk. At times we did not talk at all and that was okay. Nobody peppered us with the five W’s and the ever-popular H (for you non-journalism people out there: Who, What, Where, When, Why and How), as children are wont to do. We just were. And it was good.
As we’re enjoying our adult beverages, I notice that a nightclub promoter is trolling the pool decks looking for human marketing tools, aka very hot chicks, to invite to a new club that night. And here’s the thing: he walked right past us. Could it have been this sunscreen devotee’s pasty legs? Or the fact that I was reading Momover and furiously taking notes? Or the fact that even though I didn’t have children with me, I was still wearing a suit that, by young, hot chick standards, would be considered very sensible?
My Wonder Why Wednesday for this week: Why didn’t we, the 30-something, non-triangle-top-bikini’d, SPF 50 slathered women, get invited to the hot, new club?*
*I realize that last week I said there are no rules here. Answer my question, post your own question, just discuss – anything goes. But I am making one small amendment for this week only:
Do not – I repeat, DO NOT – attempt to supply a real answer my question, especially if you know me and have ever had the fortune (good or bad? I don’t want to know) to see me in my pool attire. WWW is supposed to be fun. I do not want to be depressed by your helpful suggestions that I maybe consider a spray tan, a diet, etc.
We KNOW why that club promoter passed us over, but we had a good mind to throw on our sexiest mom capris and sensible, wedge-heeled flip flops and show up that night anyway. But as it turns out the club does not open until after our bed time.
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here from SITS, to answer all your wondering. The reason you weren’t invited to his club is that the promoter could *clearly* understand y’all were classy ladies who would not be willing to a) dance in cages topless or b)sit on the lap of their older customers in order to make them feel they’d got their party on. So he offered you deference & respect. THAT’S WHY. 😉
I love it. I think I’ll stick with that story – he was a very respectful club promoter!
Take it from me, when you are older, you will be glad you had/have white sunscreen legs. All my sun loving friends have skin problems now…I don’t. I was the one with the sunscreen years ago. Love the post.
Mary
I agree with Kristen. This ties in nicely with your earlier post on judging other people (and being judged). This guy has limited time to talk to everyone and limited space in his club. He has to immediately categorize everyone into “wild party girl” or not. He wants everyone talking about how “crazy the girls get at his club” and categorizes people accordingly. He expends all his resources on the girls most likely to help him accomplish his goal (the ones who scream “party girl”). It has nothing to do with a tan, and everything to do with the vibe.
At some point, we pick the things that we value and live our life around those things (believes, values, morals, etc). People judge us on those (as you pointed out). Oddly enough, if you did exude “wild party girl” you’d get a whole different set of judgments passed on you when walked through your neighborhood or drop the kids off at school. It just so happens that you are generally surrounded by people with similar enough values that you don’t feel like an outsider for being conservative and sensible.
As we chose to be one thing, we chose not to be a dozen other things.
You are happy with you have chosen to be and in a logical way his judgement should be harmless. (that is, you don’t want to be the type he is looking for).
Still we all want to be noticed, accepted, valued, etc so every now and then who we have chosen to be causes us to feel to out of place and get those painful moments of “why wasn’t I picked” or “how dare you judge me”.
We went to a club in Vegas last week, walked through it, and right back out. We just plain didn’t fit in.
Hey Don, are you saying I don’t give off the wild, party girl vibe? Ha. Thanks for stopping by and commenting!
I think he must have known that you did not want your boo reading interrupted.
KludgyMom sent me here and now I’m all ticked that there is another blog that I have to subscribe to. You’re good. what I really want is people who suck so I have more free time. Oh well. 🙂
Thanks, Bethany! I just said the other day that I’m going to have to find a way to earn a few dollars, so I can pay a babysitter, so I can have daily blog-reading time. There are too many! I could read all day.
I’m so glad you stopped by. Thanks for the kind comment!
I came over from Kludgymom and so glad I did :). He looked you and your friend over because he really didn’t work for the nightclub. He was a producer of a reality TV show entitled “I am so fake”…he he he.
glad to find your blog :). Keep em coming!
Thanks for visiting – and for commenting!
I like your take on this. 😉 I’ll stick with that story!
Awesome and incredible, I was looking for a meme on wens., other than wordless wens., b/c there are so many of those already, and I do love them.
This is great.
Sent over by GiGi, and she is right, I do like it here….nice to meet you!
Thanks for coming by! (Yeah, Gigi!). Be sure to check out today’s WWW. 🙂
Love your site, too – Baby E kills me.