Riot and Frolic

The other day I was trying to make conversation with normal people: people who do not share my field of work and don't know my kids.  [Not saying that if you are a ballroom dancer or know my kids, then you are abnormal… but wait…]

And I'm terribly boring.  Similar to how my life is ruined because I'm a mother [oh calm down, I'm being facetious], I can't hold a conversation… because I'm an idiot.

I've got tunnel vision when it comes to my interests, so unless you want to talk about dancing or my kids, I'm at loss.  And even those make me awkward at best. 

The dancing thing is a weird topic to just throw out.  Grabbing a drink (in full ballroom hair and makeup) at the hotel bar after a night at the Ohio Star Ball, a guy asked us what we were dressed up for.  "…ballroom dance competition…blah blah…"  We start doing the small talk and asked him why he was in town.  He's all like, "Work," and we're all like, "Us, too," and he's all like, "Ha, yeah… … Wait, really?"  

People don't really know what to say after you told them you're a professional ballroom dancer.  Awkward silence will follow.  Then questions about DWTS.  Which I don't watch.  Because I don't have a t.v.  And because I kind of hate it.  [When I don't love it.]  

this was a terrible idea if you knew who it was based on

Then there's my kids, who are hilarious, but if you don't know them, telling stories about them is kind of like telling people about your dreams.  No one wants to hear about your dreams unless they're in them (unless you're a certain guy I know named Jeremy and then people command you to start a blog so they follow your fabulous unconscious mind).

Then there's my kids, who are exhausting, and if they're with me at a party, I am mildly sure they're going to break/spill/annihilate something, so I've got my mom-eyeballs turned on to 10.  If the little ladies are at home, then I'm using my time at the party as #metime [melting into the comfiest chair I can find while eating and drinking everything in sight].

But I can make a clementine look like a candle, and therefore I'm great at a party.  

One year ago: LLLL.