Who wouldâ€™ve thought that 48 hours after Motherâ€™s Day, 7 sets of moms and their girlies would get together for a big group hug of an evening â€“ and have a blast? Not me, thatâ€™s for sure.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
The food? Spectacular. The drinks? Fully flowing – as were the convos. People were chatting â€“ and not just to their friends, but their friendsâ€™ mothers. And their mother’s friends. We suppposed grown up, sophisticated ladies soon turned into a noisy, rowdy crew. We came, we bonded, we conquered. We ate, we drank and we were all really, really, merry. We even have the photographic evidence to prove it.
I also learned a lot: that Neopolitan cake is not just for Bar Mitzvahs. That butts are the new boobs. That everybody colours their hair. That no one (other than yours truly) watches American Idol. That such a thing as a made-for-ice-cream spoon exists (they’re called ice cream spoons, go figure. That we all lie to our kids â€“ white lies – to protect them. Or keep them from shrieking or doing drugs or whatever undesirable behaviour we wish to curb. That the whole strength from adversity thing isn’t just a pile of shit. It’s true! And mostly I learned that, like it or not, the apple really doesnâ€™t fall far from the tree. Whether we like it or not.