Most of the time, as a 24-year-old female, when I tell people I’m going to book club I’m met with a snicker and a “Do you KNIT and drink TEA too?”
As I silently and shamefully reflect that my last night off DID involve yarn and a steaming pot, I gather myself to shoot back, “NO, you a**hole. We actually get cray… OKAY!?”
The first annual Christmas Party / Regular Meeting / Potluck / Gift Exchange / Sleepover / FLIP. CUP. TOURNAMENT. was a smashing success (emphasize the word smashed).
Now, I understand that you, at this point, may be fiending with jealousy, but fear not. I will let you in on the night’s highlights. Those rated PG-13 anyway.
1. Santa came to visit.
It was 25 days before Christmas, and all through the house, every creature was stirring, girls gone wild sans spouse.
The drinks were being sipped with love and with care, and all of a sudden, St. Nicholas was there!
SOMEONE, who shall remain nameless (Julia), dressed as Santa and in a middle-eastern accent (wtf!?) Ho-Ho-Ho’d his way into the hearts of us all. As our hostess returned to learn that she’d just missed the big man in red, her response was one that truly embodied the Christmas spirit, “I missed Santa!? Oh well, let’s take some shots.”
2. TTS… Test Tube Shooters
You know the first time you watched Miss. Congeniality and you saw the scene where they took shots out of test tubes and thought to yourself, “How could anyone be so cool?” (No, just me?) Well, that was 12 years ago, and I must admit it’s not my first rodeo when it comes to TTS being involved, but in my opinion, they’re ALWAYS a welcome addition to any civilized gathering.
3. The jackets.
As mentioned above, this evening came complete with a three-teamed, score-kept flip cup tournament, that really was no laughing matter. With teams like “Santa’s bad b**ches” and team “Will Smith” you KNOW we weren’t messing around.
So what do you do when every group, in your -small- round robin, has played each other upwards of 25 times? You obviously regroup, reorganize, turn up gangsta jams, remember that about half the book club grew up hip hop dancing, AND emphasize this revelation by wearing costumes. In our case, these costumes happened to be Julia & her other half’s collection of winter coats.
But, if you think anyone was playing nice in a leather bomber jacket, you had another thing coming.
4. “If I could ____ anyone, it would be Marshall Mathers the Third.”
Who said that you ask? Sorry, some of what happens at book club, stays at book club. Seek membership if you know what’s good for you.
5. The case of the missing plates.
At the last book club sleepover, things got out of hand.
Like LITERALLY out of hand, people kept dropping things.
And by dropping I mean the time Erin launched an Avocado across the room and it left a path of destruction (sorry Erin, one more mention). This time NOTHING broke.
If you’ve ever hosted a party – one where more bottles of wine were consumed than people in attendance, featuring a bunch of gesticulating girls – then you will realize just how impressive a feat this is. However …. Julia’s dinner plates went missing ….
Forget a large mess, an everlasting smell of alcohol and a hangover that stays for at least two days … the way to know you held a REAL party … missing kitchenware.
Now, don’t get us wrong. We still managed to have a literary discussion about Jenny Lawson’s Let’s Pretend That Never Happened. (Which happened to become the theme of the next morning.)
We discussed things like our lives, loves, jobs and holiday plans. We caught up with friends and reminded ourselves why book club is the best day of the month.
We ARE a group of women that is passionately devoted to books, food, wine and each other, but in conclusion, the next time you’re about to judge someone for being excited about book club … you may want to think again.