BWI

No, not the airport. Is there a rule about not blogging while intoxicated?

Just got home from dinner with Bubbie and Hubbie. We had a wonderful seafood dinner at a popular Beverly Hills restaurant. But I couldn't help but notice most of Bubbie's comments were, "THIS JUST ISN'T MY WORLD!!!" It was hard to ignore since she said it every five seconds.

My Bubbie grew up during the depression- she has stories about pushing her favorite doll in a stroller down the street to a neighbor's house, only to find out as a teenager that she was smuggling gin under the doll's blankets during prohibition.

She totaled her father’s Buick on a wild teenage night, stealing the car out of the garage without so much as a driver’s license.

She met her husband of 45 years on a booze cruise to Catalina Island because his cousin was so drunk dancing with her that he spun her across the floor, (nearly throwing her to the ground,) and she landed in my grandfather’s arms.

But at dinner, all she wanted to know was, “What is myspace.com, what is youtube.com and what on earth is this thing called google????”

She even asked what a blog was, only she pronounced it with a soft G. Like mirage….

I kept my mouth shut, as I haven’t told most friends/relatives about my blog. I explained to her that a Blog is somewhat of an online diary that any internet user can read.

She looked at me like I just took a bite of my napkin.

And again, said, “THIS JUST ISN’T MY WORLD!!”

Then the bottle of wine arrived that I ordered. A lovely Pinot Noir from Santa Maria and she asked the waiter, “Is that chilled????”

Yep, this just isn’t her world alright. She must not have seen Sideways.