It was totally spur-of-the-moment, and for them, it was the perfect plan, because …
- They all live downtown.
- I mean right downtown. As in walking distance or an $8 cab ride from the bar.
- All of their spouses were meeting them there.
- It was a gorgeous evening.
- They all like to drink.
They wanted me to go with them. But today is my nephew’s birthday, and I was invited to the family dinner/cake/presents deal-i-o. Darling Husband is working a night shift, but that never stops me from hanging with his fam.
I told my colleagues about my plans, and everyone told me to blow off the family party. My boss jokingly said he was ordering me to go, as a work function.
I have caved in situations like this in the past, because I don’t want to miss any team-building rah-rah-ness and feel left out when they talk about it on Monday.
But this time, I hesitated like crazy, because going with them would mean …
- I would either have to take the bus late (and alone) or pay for a $35 cab ride back to my condo in the ‘burbs.
- I would spend $20-$25 on food, Diet Coke, tip, etc.
- Even though I can handle being the only “single” person in a group of couples, it does kind of suck.
- I would have to do the whole “No-I-don’t-want-a-drink” dance, which would lead to preggo speculation.
- I hate spur-of-the-moment decisions. Unless it is about buying new craft magnets or something.
While they were standing around discussing the venue, I grabbed my coat and bag, and explained that I really felt I should go to my nephew’s party. Everyone groaned and I felt soooo lame. I played it off like I felt like I had to go, had already promised, blah blah blah.
But truthfully? I had already told Darling Husband’s fam that I probably couldn’t make the party, because I thought I’d be stuck at work until late. So I could have easily went out with my work friends, and no one would have known.
I wanted to go to the party. I wanted to have dinner with my huge, crazy family-in-law, and eat birthday cake and give my nephew his present in person. I wanted to sit around the living room with them and laugh and talk.
I never could have admitted to my work friends that I chose to go. They all seem to detest their own family events, and are surprised that I spend so much time with Darling Husband’s family.
No, wait — scratch that.
I really do think of them as my family.
And I know I made the right choice.