"she likes to have fun"

So at about 2pm yesterday, as I was study European History(and watching Lifetime) I got a call on my cell....It was Kay. We have been writing emails and talking on the phone since our trip a couple of weekends ago. She has been hinting at the prospect of me coming to her house for dinner and a movie for a while now, so I knew the call was bond to come. Of course I didn't expect it the weekend of exams. For some reason I have this need to want to prove to her that I'm apt for doing things. Yes I'm a little unsocial, and can spend the whole day in my safe room without a care in the world, but the whole point of making friends is to do things with them. So I couldn't turn her down when she extended the "so we are watching March of the Penguins,and are ordering pizza and wanted to know if you wanted to stop by." After a "well I don't know, I kind of have to study" I was like "okay pick me up at 4".

I never know what constitutes a lax t-shirt and jeans day, or if because I am going to someone's house I have to dress a little decent. So I dressed decently in t-shirt(Ramones) and jeans(the ones I haved forever), and top that off with my cool pink slippers( I mean if this is an inside thing, why wear shoes that I will most likely want to take off, we are eliminating the middle man by just wearing slippers). I wouldn't say I was nervous...Okay that's a lie. I know that she has three kids(yes three) 13(she got pregnant when she was young) 6, and 2. I had the whole spectrum there to worry about. It's not that I don't like kids, they just scare me. They ask a lot of questions, they are blunt, and a 13 year old. I hated 13 year olds when I was 13. I called my mom who told me that I needed to go and enjoy myself. That I needed some relaxing, and to not have my head in the book the whole day. Even if only for a couple of hours.

So when 4 o'clock came, and I got her call saying she was downstairs I took one last look at the pile of books on my bed, and headed to the parking lot. When I saw her really expensive care awaiting Ramones wearing me, I was like "hmmm, maybe should have rethought the whole t-shirt and jeans thing." Kay has money, and you can tell she like spending it, but she doesn't rub it in people's faces so I guess that cool.

Before we got out of the parking lot she was like "my kids are a handful..." We went to the supermarket, picked up cookies, soda, chips, and a magazine and then went to her place. Guarded gates, security pad, big houses, nice cars...I was a little struck by it all. Since Kay is separated with her husband, she moved into these really expensive apartments that are really nice. We had good conversation on the way to the house, talked about the face transplant in France, stem cell research, and cloning, the things future scientist talk about. Of course I talked about me being the "female macgyver", its true you never seen me in action, give me a wet paper towel, a paper clip, and a pen and you'd be amazed at what I can do, my days of wearing fake fur when my mom dressed me up, and ballerina dreams.

Going into her house at first was awkward. I mean your home is like your soul, and is just so private, so to be invited into see how people live is freaky. Her husband was sleeping, and the kids were sitting in the living room(or waiting to scope out the new friend) on these big chairs. At first I kind of attached myself to Kay, asking if there was anything I could do. I looked at her book collection (which was like a library of classics couldn't find anything that wasn't a classic), and then of course started playing with her kitten(named Kitty) who was hiding in the corner(reasons for that later).

I know that you have to let kids warm up to you, embracing them, when they are doing the "who the hell are you face" is not good. So when I took my place near kitty her daughter Emma(2) and son Jake(6) came over and investigated me. I guess seeing that I was not one of their moms older friend, they invited me to play. The 13 year old...a little harder than that. The movie started but I do think I saw but 5 minutes of it. The little boy challenged me to a game of some card games kids play, and after beating me 20 times, I made him play a card game of war, which he won(I let him win). He then jumped up and down threw the cards in the air, told me I was a loser, and that for the rest of the night I had to tell him how great he was. The little girl was coloring, and kept sticking a marker in my face(while I was getting beat by a 6 year old) and saying Orange(when it was really purple), when I wasn't paying attention to her she would yell "beckett" which sounded like "bee-kit" over and over and over again, and then would scream when I didn't look at her.

Then I was forced into more competitions with Jake, basketball(I lost he cheated) soccer(he cheated) running up and down the hallway (he cheated) the reading game(which some how I lost), and hide and go seek. Around the game of hide and seek the older boy Michael realized that if his brother and sister thought I was okay, he would take a shot with me too. Hide and go seek was by far my favorite game. It involved me hiding(sitting, recovering, praying that he would not find me and I would have a moment of silence for 5minutes) and Jake looking for me. Michael was in charge of making sure Jake did not find me, by pointing him in all the wrong directions. And though I hid under the table 90% of the time(hiding under a crib the other time, but it took him so long to find me, I nearly passed out), he still seemed pretty excited when he found me. Emma would go find Jake while I walked slowly behind her, he was hiding in the laundry room this one time, which I wouldn't have figured out if she hadn't yelled "Jake!!!" and then started giggling.

This clearly was not an adults night out. Kay was sitting on the couch knitting( yes knitting) her husband was flipping through the channels (fault with really hott dude is that he seems pretty uninvolved with the kids. I mean he sits, yells commands from a distance and yet does not follow through with consequences. He just seems disconnected), while I was some how getting a 2 year old, 6 year old, and two 13 year olds (he had a friend over) to like me. I spent the whole rest of the night sliding down the hallway in socks, being dragged by 4 kids to see a movie they had made(well Michael and his friend made it, pretty funny I must say), and by the end of the night playing rock, paper,scissor and a elementary math game(which I clearly dominated) though I let Jake win even if he was off by a couple of numbers.

By 10:00 I was exhausted,and had completely fallen out on the floor from running back and forth. I couldn't turn around without some little face telling me what we were going to do next. Talk about it was time to go, my jeans were ripped, my hair was a wreck, and it was apparent that my time was up, and time to go back to the university. I think they knew I was leaving because the two youngest kept asking "why". I kept forgetting that Kids asks the same question, over and over again, until you give up having an answer. By the 30th "why" i simply just said "your mom has the answer i bet if you ask her she will tell you". Michael talked about the next time I would be over, and how he would annihilate me in a game of "Scene It". I think not friends....I think not, i am the queen of Scene it. Some how in one night I manage to be a 13 year old boy, who talked about video games and annihilation, a 6 year old boy who played a game in which we were invisible( I am still confused by that one) and a 2 year old girl(who is really rough with the cat, I made them play a game called "whoever is nicest to the cat wins the best person in the whole universe award") that colored outside of the lines(it killed me to color outside the lines) with fabric markers( I nearly had a heartattack).

Apparently kids like me, and so do people who are older than me. Now if I can find that fine balance in the middle with my age bracket, I will have solved my social problems.

While I was dodging tennis balls yesterday I let a little secret slip. Well it's not a secret just someone I don't talk about. Kays husband was asking me how many siblings I grew up with(I guess seeing how well I was dealing, and ducking his kids) I mentioned that I have 2 brothers( not just Morg), and grew up with a lot of boy cousins. I didn't even realize that I said 2 brothers, seeing that i don't talk about him at all.

So I have another brother. His name is Justin and he is my half-brother. He is 26 and lives near Niagara Falls. He and my dad are really close, but... The whole thing is another story that I will no doubt be documenting soon. I don't know why he came up, seeing that I never talk about him.

Surprisingly I had a really good night. I didn't get much studying done, but I guess more importantly I charmed the likes of three kids and their parents. I don't see how peope have kids. It takes a lot of hard work. I mean I don't know if I can handle having them, you have to always be paying attention to them, and yadda yadda, and I was there for one night. I need a shirt that says "i survived a night at Kays house". I mean I never notice how bad me and Morg probably were and I cant think of how my children...EWW, I rather not think about kids for now I say "no way" in that department, the life of being a childless, husbandless(unless Gavin Degraw, James Franco or Joseph Gordon-Levitt asked me) girl will do for me and probably will do for me for a long time. Kids are not in the near future. I think i'd rather have my freedom. I'd rather go out and hang with friends, not have to worry about coming home to a husband or kids. Thank goodness for the single life.

Back to studying. Damn