Yesterday afternoon I was outside with the boys in the front yard when our neighbor's great-grandson (same age as Shrek) came running out to play with us. His mom is pretty young (early 20's) and single. She came over to keep an eye on him and to return the sweatshirt he had borrowed the other day when I realized that the air was cool and our boys, despite their declarations that they were not cold, were indeed cold. So this mom (I'll call her Lucy so that I can stop referring to her as my neighbor's granddaughter), Lucy, and I started chatting. It was sort of a strained conversation since we don't know each other well and don't seem to have much in common. She asked, "So do you guys go out on the weekends?" At first I didn't really know what she was talking about so I started talking about spending family time on weekends and catching up on things around the house and going to watch Bo play softball. I could tell that's not what she was talking about so I grasped for clarification, "Out? You mean...?" She clarified, "You know, out to like the bars and stuff?"
Oh, out to like the bars and stuff. Hmm. Let me think. Well, uh, nope. I started to ramble about being too old for that and not having a babysitter and really wanting to say that it's not really our scene and that going out drinking is a waste of money and time....and then I realized that she was just being nice and in fact, wanted to invite us to go out with her on Saturday night. Ugh! That's when I realized that I was almost a complete JERK! I was about to start some kind of lecture about growing up and being responsible or something when all she was doing was inviting me into her world. And then I was glad that I hadn't postulated the benefits of spending weekends in church! That would surely have negated any invitations...perhaps ever.
So now we have the opportunity to get to know Lucy on her turf, Red Necks happens to be the name of it--yes, welcome to Nebraska! What's your vote? Saturday night at Red Necks? Yes or no?
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