Darcy’s reunion…is coming up. Time for me to feel like a moron. Why?
Well, Darcy went to a fancy private school. Alumnae include the CEO of a wildly profitable and loved company (you’d gasp if I told you), the wife of a billionaire, a sexy media personality and a woman who dated George Clooney. (The most successful of them all, if you ask me!)
I’m not looking forward to this event. I hate these kinds of gatherings. I’ve been to a few, and I always feel so awkward. Whilst glamorous people mill about and discuss their chalets in Aspen, their upcoming summer trips to the Cape, and weigh approximately 8o pounds wet, I can talk about…my infertility, my adventures in potty training (not a success, either!), the fact that my hair hasn’t been highlighted in a while (But it’s Ombre! Ombre’s trending!), and what else?
Darcy’s working for a cool company, so he’s got that going for him.
Maybe I can meditate beforehand and impress everyone with my supreme sense of calm and zen. Or maybe I can take a Valium.
The last hoity toity event. I think you can see in my eyes my deep desire to go back to our hotel room, eat the Brazil nuts and watch “The Wedding Crashers”.