At least the food was good...
Dec. 11th, 2007 11:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
franceslievensOn Saturday night P. and I entertained a strange amalgam of people he used to know when he was in the local scouts group. Since their scouts days, they all have married or otherwise have found a significant other, so there's eight of us at the table. Eight people who have nothing in common whatsoever apart from the fact they're around the same age, and hence at the same stage in life: getting married, buying house, producing babies... You know the thing.
B.J. is very loud about that life he leads, and tends to make us feel like we should do the same. He is also very loud about being open-minded and letting others do things their own way. Generaly he is just being loud and lets the conversation move in his direction: his 1yo son, the baby-to-be, and everything that comes with it. Now the other two couples have put their own little midgets in the world, so the rest of the evening was spent cooing and fawning over not-so-cute little babies. If only one of them had had the nerve to puke.
We made some delicious food, and it was the first time all of them saw the new appartment, but while P. and I were in the kitchen they had conversations about which diapers to use, and how many pregnancy tests can come out negative before one knows she's pregnant. That sounds more like conversation stoppers, than starters to me. At least B.J. can talk up a wall for hours, without noticing it's not alive.
B.J. is very loud about that life he leads, and tends to make us feel like we should do the same. He is also very loud about being open-minded and letting others do things their own way. Generaly he is just being loud and lets the conversation move in his direction: his 1yo son, the baby-to-be, and everything that comes with it. Now the other two couples have put their own little midgets in the world, so the rest of the evening was spent cooing and fawning over not-so-cute little babies. If only one of them had had the nerve to puke.
We made some delicious food, and it was the first time all of them saw the new appartment, but while P. and I were in the kitchen they had conversations about which diapers to use, and how many pregnancy tests can come out negative before one knows she's pregnant. That sounds more like conversation stoppers, than starters to me. At least B.J. can talk up a wall for hours, without noticing it's not alive.
