Anyway, I debated bringing a book with me to the event. Black folks usually don't start anything on time (not being stereotypical--in fact, I was there on time and I am Black . . . generally speaking though) and I was sure that I'd be sitting and waiting for a while. I decided against bringing the book since I thought it would be in poor taste and folks would probably think I was being anti-social. Turns out that the guest of honor, in true diva style, was 2.5 hours late. During the first hour of waiting, there was not much conversation going on. I really wished I had my book but was happy that I left it at home because I wanted to appear open to socializing. I'm not the most talkative person but I tried to strike up a conversation with the lady sitting next to me. I didn't have much success though.
But I noticed something interesting in that hour: folks had their eyes glued to the mobile devices. It felt more acceptable and different than if folks had their eyes glued to a book. Checking e-mail, Facebook and Twitter on the phone, I guess, is a way of connecting--not to the people who are sitting next to you but to the WORLD. Reading a book, on the other hand, secludes you in a way. Encloses you in a world to which no one else is privy. I guess that's why it seems rude to read at a party but not rude to be cozied up to a phone.
I have to admit: I wished I had a funky fresh phone so I could have been busy and absorbed too. Instead, I just kind of kept looking around, looking at my plate and feeling bored while I waited. And waited. Luckily, after about an hour or so, we had some more talkative guests (and some more liquor) join the table. Folks opened up and the conversation was very pleasant.
I did have a little bit of insecurity because people talked extensively about their careers (many successful/multi-talented women at the table). I kind of hoped no one would ask me what I did. I'm sure they didn't want to hear my answer: I clean poop mostly and chauffeur kids to activities that they swear they don't want to go to and then pitch a fit when it's time to leave. LoL.
(((sigh))) Today, Z2 decided to remove the liner of his diaper while in the kitchen and drop glops of poop all over the place. It was seriously gross. And had me seriously questioning my sanity in choosing to be a stay-at-home mom.
This shower was like an anthropological study and I was so happy I went.
Photo Credit: "Blackberry" by joodi on Flickr.com