Tuesday, November 07, 2000

Priorities

Although I have already made plans to spend Thanksgiving weekend and, coincidentally, my birthday, quietly at home with my mother, The Twins and The Actor are conspiring to drag me along with them to the White Party. I have explained to them that, although the prospect of celebrating my 11,277th day on earth surrounded by thousands of tanned and taut party boys fighting fatigue and 'roid rage is somewhat appealing, mom and I already have reservations for holiday dinner and shows in Branson and, if time permits, a healthy dose of outlet mall shopping.

"Ah," says Twin A. "So you're willing to forego the White Party for a White Sale?"

I suppose I am. Whether that's a sign of encroaching maturity or stupidity, I have no idea.