Mom Creampie
I work with this nice lady named Tracee. Now Tracee is something of an
outcast in our
group. While most of the ladies dress like
teeny-boppers (even those
that shouldn't), Tracee dresses very conservatively.
Her hobbies are
very salt of the Earth sort of things, like knitting
and sewing, so
she's not into the parties and concerts that most of
the rest of the
group is. The thing is, she's very good at what we do
-- she has a
real passion for it, which is more than I can say
about most of our
coworkers. This alone is enough to endear someone to
me, so Tracee and
I have started spending more time together -- going
out for lunch,
that sort of thing. We talk about all sorts of things:
work, politics,
and last time mom creampie.
Now I'm a happily married guy, and as it turns out,
Tracee is engaged
to a guy who oddly -- or maybe not depending on your
point of view --
is her polar opposite; he stays out late playing music
and partying,
is always the first on the scene, and dreads the time
between when he
punches in and punches out. About all that she and
John have in common
is this mom creampie very serious passion for one another. One
might argue that
it's not enough to base a marriage on, but they've
been living
together since before my wife and I started dating, so
there's got to
be something to it.
With the wedding coming up this weekend, this past
Friday, John's
friends were taking him out for a mom creampie party.
Tracee's only
sister, Barb (who will be her maid of honor), flew out
last week to
help with the last minute preparations. Barb decided
that Friday would
be the perfect time to throw her a mom creampie party.
Now, since
Tracee moved out here for the job, between the
situation at work, and
the fact she doesn't get out much, I'm about the only
friend she has
around here. Given that all of her family and friends
from back in the
midwest weren't going to be here until the night
before the wedding,
she invited me to this mom creampie night out.