Here's a little snippet from my too-busy-to-blog-'cause-it's-summer life for ya.
Last week my eldest child and I were car pooling with the soccer coach and her family to an away soccer game. Nice people, our boys are friends, she totes the jerseys, I bring the sack of soccer balls. It's all good. Along the way we were chit chatting about this and that when the topic of fishing comes up. We love to fish as do they, but we've never ventured out together. Suddenly their son pipes up, "You should come out to Waterhen Lake with us when we go on our big group fishing trip! D'ya wanna?"
At this point, I feel you should know that these are not regular get your hands dirty, sweat a little in the sun, sleep on the ground, camping type of people. These are people with a whole lot of money and a whole group of friends in the same fishing boat. With 100ft. motor homes. SUV's. Gigantic fishing boats. $$$$$. A clique, of which we aren't really a part of in any way shape or form. It's a fact and we're ok with that. (You learn early on who you can and can't hang out with when you live in a small town.) We really are alright with the fact that they've got their friends and we won't likely cross over to "that side" short of a few hundred thousand $smackers$. REally, it's ok. It was just a tiny bit awkward though, when their kid asked if we'd come on their exclusive fishing trip. He's obviously oblivious to the societal hierarchy that maps out our place in this area. He has no idea that unlike his parents, we do have to watch our pennies, a big trip like that with all the frills could really break our bank. (Especially this summer with M's sister getting married and I'm the matron of honor, and our dresses and suits are costing a mint, and the showers and...that's better left for another time!)
Anyway, what did I say in return? Something like, "Uhhh, well...I dunno..." And we left it at that with a bit of awkward silence for what seemed an eternity. Lucky for me, the crisis was averted by a giant pot hole in the road to swerve around followed by the delightful banter between the two boys over who squished who just then when the vehicle bounced out of danger. Sigh. Ignorance is bliss yet again.
I'll let you know if they do actually invite us. But don't hold your breath. Cheers!
