Last week I met peanut and... oh shoot. It's been so long since I've written about this old stepford friend that I have forgotten her code name. Oh well. Anyways I met the two friends in the city to see an exhibit. Since I was going into the city I was super excited in the morning. And since the temps were in the single digits I made sure to dry every strand of hair on my head. My hair came out great. I put a bit of makeup on, because I always do when heading into the city, because I am so happy on those days. My makeup came out great. Double score. I got to our meeting place first and they texted when they entered the building. I came out of the shadows and the relief on the face of the forgotten name friend was palpable. We all hugged each other to say HELLO and she immediately launched into this whole long (bitchy) diatribe about how some of our peers have let themselves go and she sees those people sometimes and she can't for the life of her figure out how they've let themselves get to such a state and they're walking around with no makeup on and bad clothes, like they have given up on life.. blah blah blah blah blah blah and all I heard was my own interpretation which sounded like Oh my god, I am so glad you don't look like a totally pathetic bag lady with no makeup, greasy hair and tattered clothes, wow, you look like you still have an ounce of life in you which was totally not what I was expecting, I mean look at you, you have makeup on, and your hair is shiny, and your clothes are decent.. What a relief!
I feel like I should be insulted. Especially since if she was expecting me to be such a wreck I am wondering why she hadn't reached out with some concern prior to our get together in the city. I just don't know what to think. I am going to call peanut and see if she knows what the nameless friend was thinking I would look like.
I've been running around with Josh to all of his college auditions. This is pure unadulterated torture. As the mom, who, as I have explained to anyone who will listen, I see pure potential in my own kid and all I want is for the college reps to see what I see when he gets in front of them and does his thing. Also, the thought that these people have any idea of his talent, or drive, or intellect after watching him perform two 60 second monologues is a joke. I'm worried that he did not apply to enough school because it's all so random. People are whispering all these rumors about how they choose the next incoming class, and I know nothing. I just want Josh to be in a great place where he can learn what he needs to learn to soar. Also, in a perfect world I'd like Josh to be accepted to more than one school so he can feel like he has made the choice instead of taking the one offer that comes through. You know? But in the end, we won't even know for another 2 months who decided he is right for them. This freaking sucks.
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