It was the second meeting of the book club I got removed as group leader from tonight. We had watched read John Adams by David McCullough over the past six weeks. It was a boring as hell lively discussion (if you could get a word in) and lots of people contributed.
But I’m not bitter.
No, seriously, I’m not. Perhaps if I had read the book instead of watched it I would have climbed the walls less, but I couldn’t stop myself from texting Ana Banana to save me from this tenth circle of hell. Just as the discussion had ended, no, wait… it’s not over yet! Someone had to bring up the religiosity of John Adams and Thomas Jefferson. I just kept thinking to myself, “Holy crap, why does everything we do have to be church related?!?!” I mean, we’re all members. We know we’re all members. We’re there as members, because we’re members… Do we actually have to bring it up in the conversation, too? It’s not redundant? At all?
Ok. Just checking.
Then it really was over. People went home, and the hangers-on gave out the Cool Girls Club vibe so we called an informal meeting. It wasn’t as rowdy as the Heathen’s Table, but the same spirit of sisterhood was there until we (reluctantly) decided it was time to go home.
You know, being 11:00 p.m. and all.
