Everyone loves nachos. If you don’t love nachos, please just block this website, and forget I exist. I’ve already forgotten you.
This weekend, I hosted a nacho party.
It was just something to make winter weekends seem more fun for the kids, or, that’s how it started off. Then, I invited GGmyZC and his kids, and Ms. Coldfeather and her family. Nachos are easily scalable, so all was well, and I went about my merry way, foraging for nacho supplies and passing the morning away watching a very important Pinewood Derby competition. Not necessarily in that order.
I had returned home from foraging at the local GayWay and answered the phone, “What is love? Baby don’t hurt me! Don’t hurt me, no more!” smiling as I heard the voice of GGmyZC (because, I’m that much of a dork).
While my greatest conversations start out with, “Hey, I have the best idea!” GGmyZC’s best opener goes a little like this:
“I have a question for you.”
Not being one to deny the experience of asking me a question, I nodded and then realized I was on the phone, so I encouraged his line of questioning with a stupid affirmation of just how fucking great he was. It went like this:
“Ok, what’s up?”
Long story short, it was GGmyZC’s daughter’s last night in town and…
“Of course she’s welcome to come to the nacho party! That would be great!” I said.
No, actually, that wasn’t the question. The question was whether I would mind if her mom, GGmyZC’s ex-wife, came to the nacho party.
I didn’t actually blink for a few minutes. I immediately affirmed that the whole plan would be fine and she was welcome to come and it would be fun. GGmyZC feels that since we’d just run into each other a lot (gasp!) that it was a great idea. We’d met at the Derby earlier and she didn’t seem to have any knives or explosives and I saw no t-shirt bearing my photo with a circle and a line through it.
Not like the last time I had a nacho party. Whew!
Then, I spent a few great hours with my BFF who not only swept my floor and chopped veggies (I’m not allowed to have knives in these situations) but gave me hostess tips (because, she is the best hostess on the planet, and may have been concerned for my mental health). I was not panicking. I did not drink. I did not make promises to deities. I rolled with it, knowing that no matter what, I had a great blog coming.
After all of that, dear readers, guess what happened?
We all had a great time, and I got to talk to the ex Mrs. GGmyZC (who is lovely) and their daughter (lovlier) and hang out with GGmyZC and the Feather clan and… eat nachos!
Is this really the new family life? I’m all for it, personally, I think everyone should get along. Hell, Emo Boy’s 2nd wife used to hang out with me, and once told me that “our” ex was afraid she’d like me more than him. Go figure. I think its great for the kids, and I look forward to seeing where all of this ends up. Unless, its
me in some shitty dumpster somewhere outside of DC.
GGmyZC just wanted to hang out with me, he said. I think its payback for dragging him to meet almost everyone in my life who is important to me in the DC area over Xmas weekend and winter break. I’m currently devising my next way to trip him up. I’m pretty sure it will involve a rotating platform, a bear costume and a LMFAO song. Or, he’s going to meet my Grandma. Heh. Stay tuned.