Monday, September 28, 2009
( 11:15 PM ) teahouse
Day of A-tone-ment
The Husband and I spent last night playing chamber music at the home of a friend of a friend.
On our way, we had to brave heavy rains, bad traffic and a sidewalk full of baby strollers, shopping teenagers, shuffling old people, teenagers on skateboards and harried families rushing to Yom Kippur services.
I had looked forward to this salon for the entire week. And it was every bit as fun as I thought it would be.
We gathered with friends, we listened to them playing music. We drank wine, we ate cheese and fruit. We had brilliant and stimulating conversations.
The hostess was a lovely and gracious middle-aged lady, with impeccable nails, a beautifully coiffed hairdo and regal bearing.
She not only hosted the event, but she teaches music to several of the participants. So everyone there looked up to her as a teacher and mentor of sorts.
An hour into the event, after we'd all finished playing and were still enjoying our wine and cheese, the phone rang.
Our gracious hostess glided across the room, answered the phone, spoke discreetly into it, and hung up.
Then she looked at everyone and announced, "Well, I hate to kick you all out, but I need to go somewhere soon. I need to catch a train to New Jersey to meet my boyfriend."
And she unceremoniously kicked us all out.
As we all trudged home through the rain, we realized something.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we were kicked out of a party because our impeccably coiffed hostess had to leave.
To answer a booty call! #