Weekend Resolution

Yesterday I bitched poetic about being caught between two social worlds; one of these worlds is quaint, country-fied and small town (as in, go to pay your cable bill, shop at WalMart, or rent a video and see someone who is either distantly related to you or who knows someone who is). The other social world? Same country-fied flavor, but dominated by the University's shadow, the ghosts of past quarterbacks and the belief that someday they will be one of those "cool Southern cities," despite the legacy of racism by which the rest of the world outside the city identifies it.

In the end, I stayed home, thanks in large part to my mother. She helped me realize that when I asked S.O. what he wanted to do Saturday evening and he replied "Nothing. Maybe just drink some tea, curl up in a blanket and watch a movie" the correct man-translation was: "F.E., please don't go out--stay home with me because I love you so much and I need to be close to you."

She's right. After all, when does S.O. ever talk about drinking tea (unless it's sah-weeet and on ice) and curling up under a blanket? That was a total nod to the things he knows I like to do.

So I stayed home. We spent some family time. I made a half-baked sweet potato pie that S.O. and A. ate because they know I tried. I shudder to think what might have happened if I didn't have Mrs. Smith's assistance. And then later that night, S.O. and I watched "Lucky Number Slevin" and crashed--a definite improvement over my first idea, which involved large amounts of vodka and my office couch.