Spanxgiving
Well well well.
The 15 pounds I lost since New Year’s are back, as the leather skirt I wore last Christmas Eve fits the same as it did back then.
I got an invitation yesterday to Thanksgiving that made me cry.
My cousin always issues me an invitation. So do T&T.
I am grateful and not even deterred that both dinners involve a plane ride.
But not only did I get an invite to feast literally up the street, but it was a good invitation, too.
I had already made/paid for a reservation in Delray. So I’ll head there as soon as I get my act together.
But I could cry that anyone knows I’m alone and even cares.
I know it doesn’t HAVE to be this way. I make friends SO easily.
The lady next to me on the plane probably would have had me over.
If I would have texted/called back.
She looked like Cindy though was absolutely the opposite personality. So I didn’t hold that against her.
But … she has a heart condition, seven kids and 14 grandkids.
Not that that holds her back … she hopped on a plane to DC because, like me, she just felt like it.
But … I feel like I need to make a conscious effort to hang out with people who keep me young.
That’s not age-limited. Two of my best friends are 65. Young at heart and as in love as teenagers.
They just happen to live in California, so the friendship is as high- or low-stakes as we want it.
I do feel bad about the local lady. But I remember talking to her on the plane — well, her talking over the announcements that were particularly LOUD as the plane was EMPTY — and I thought, why am I paying such rapt attention? I won’t see her again.
I do try to be fully present for these surprise friendships of the moment that I develop.
So I should have known that, when I gave myself permission to Krispy Kreme, it wouldn’t end at the taxi stand.
In any event, I am not even hungry because I’ve been up since 4 a.m. and have eaten everything but myself at this point.
I did see people commenting on this dining place’s Facebook page. How they wouldn’t pay that price without alcohol.
Listen.
The buffet wasn’t wildly expensive. They were probably salty because we were required to pay that AND gratuity upfront.
Which … not cheap when you see the final total.
But if you live in Palm Beach, as I do, you get accustomed to gratuity being automagically added.
Also.
Name me one restaurant that offers open bar at any time. (This is a hotel.)
Also, it being a hotel, do you honestly think that open bar would be anything but well drinks and sparkling piss water I mean Aldi prosecco? GTFOH.
I’d rather buy a glass of wine with a label I’ve heard of … from a bottle that hasn’t been open for a week.
Whether that’s at the hotel or at ANY of the available bars within a six block radius, I don’t care.
Shit, I might take myself to see “Wicked” if I’m sober. Can always get a crappy cocktail at Cinemark.
In any event, another Thanksgiving without Mom and Cocoa. And 21 years to the day that Grampy died.
Y’all are lucky my purse is too small to smuggle in my own 750mL dessert.